He was polished and packaged, and to an extent his direct shout outs to younger girls could have easily had an element of money-making it, since there are few things more fiercely devoted than a horny twelve-thirteenish girl for whom loving horses is no longer an adequate replacement for their subconscious desire for masculinity.

Can't remember his handler off the top of my head. Still, as you say, Priscilla was not the only evidence of his affections for girls. ...And yeah, much of it has a cheese factor for me, too. It's just that he was so huge in his day. Blows my mind he could also be a girl lover. (This is where some itinerant scholars come in to declare he definitely was not into young girls in order to protect his good name, much like for Lewis Carroll.)

Whatever, though. I still love the "wanna be your teddy bear" song. What LG wouldn't instantly understand. Too bad I forget the one I heard more recently.