Let’s be an orgy at Liberace’s house

I'll be a forgotten cigarette left smoldering and staining a white marble ashtray.

I am a trail of pink Santorum glistening on marble tiles leading the way to an impossibly rococo conversation couch.

[quote] I’m Scott Thorson under the suds

I am Matt Damon, method actor, trying to inhabit and understand the role of Scott Thorson. It takes a lot of practice. A lot.

I'll be Lee's penile implant at full mast.

I'm Liberace on a bed, wearing only a feather boa

I'm the maid, and the world's greatest expert at getting cum stains out of upholstery.

I’m the stack of untouched Playboy magazines on the rococo coffee table.

I am Lee's incredible classical talent buried under a bushel in order to make some massive commercial coins. I don't blame anyone...not even that Sonja Henie cunt.

I am the two fists up Liberace's ass.

I'm the row of party boys waiting to get serviced by Lee we were told not to cum for 2 days before the party.

I'm Li's plush rug, clinging to his scalp for dear life as he gets plowed doggy-style

I'm the virgin fox ( it took ages to get the pelts! ) cape Lee nuzzles into as Scott introduces their party guests 'You wanna see 'em, well you paid for 'em!'

MORE! FEED MY LEE BEAST, BITCHES!

Thank you again, OP for starting this thread.

I'm his awkwardly close relationship with his mother. Which is to say, I am a classic stereotype

I'm the golden, towel-holding cupid, I've seen some shit...

I'm the stray sequins that keep finding their way into every crevice.

I'm my boss. I got to play Lee's glass piano before they shut the museum down. I'm not easily impressed, but that was the best piano I ever played on (saying a lot) Apparently, they had it tuned specifically for Liberace's exacting taste and ear. It took months to get it right, and every month it had to be re-tuned by the only person who knew what they were doing. He was a fucking jewel of a man. Very human, very lovely.

I'm Charles Nelson Reilly, glad I'm off the top of the list of the gayest men in the entertainment industry.

I'm Merv Griffin, sprawled out on the settee incognito in my Groucho glasses & nose

I'm Count Bessie, breaking into a chorus of "Bye Bye Birdie" while Liberace takes a cock-sucking break.

Let's not.

Let's shoot r20 into space

We're Siegfried and Roy and we brought a pussy with us...hope you don't mind!

I am Liberace's hairspray.

Always reliable and hard.

I'm his television audience bedazzled by his pianistic "style" and gauche technique.

i'm the psychedelic paisley shirt off the LIBERACE NOW! Lp sleeve/ freshly dry cleaned in the upstairs closet

I'm the middle-aged fan-fraus outside the gates, hoping for a glimpse of our fantasy boyfriend.

If we ever saw a female guest entering Liberace's gates we'd fume with jealousy and rage for a week, but so far our feelings have been spared.

I'm Wes Winters!

I’m the scabs forming at the edges of noses from overuse of poppers

I’m the record playing when guests arrive

I am the right girl he has been looking for, but have not found yet.

I’m the chandelier over the waterbed.

R31 oh my stars!

I'm the wigs and the facelift. I'm also the eyes he can't close due to eye surgery

I'm Sonja Henie, wondering if my invitation got lost in the mail.

Bump

I'm the swan faucets on the tub - guess what I just fit into?