A man claiming to be Michael Jackson’s final lover has come forward. You read that right: A man came forward.  Not a boy. Let’s all take a second to regroup after that bombshell.

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Okay, his name is Jason Pfeiffer,  he’s the CEO of a medical company, and he’s the fetching bloke below that you’ve been ogling since this page loaded.

In order to push the envelope in researching for this post, I went to this site. Pfeiffer’s and Jackson’s initial bond? Michael was feeling a little vulnerable, so Jason applied gentle pressure in the form of physical contact and empathy. (Gets ‘em every time. *wink*)

Pfeiffer’s interview unearthed a cock-hardening wealth of inside info. For instance: “There are different levels of boyfriends, I suppose.” I don’t know what the low end of that scale is, but you can bet the highest level is labeled ‘FUX DELISH’. Pfeiffer went on to say of Michael: “He was very passionate. He was very sexual.” The interview should have cut to the squealing pig scene from ‘Deliverance’ at this point.

Instead, Jason Pfeiffer proves himself an unheralded master of the understatement with this gem: “I just assumed he was probably bisexual.” It doesn’t even matter if he’s telling the truth or not, I now assume Jason is completely fucked in the head either way. (No pun intended.)

 What the worth of a  Pop Kingdom if you can’t pull better ass than this ‘Dune’ worm?

“It don’t matter if you’re black or white.”

BONUS: An actual comment from that page: “Jason do everyone a favor and follow Evan Chandler to hell….”