‘TIL YOU GET ENOUGH
In retrospect, the crotch clutch seems at once desperate and abstract. It is as if he were telling us, “Fine, you need to know I’m a man, a black man? Here’s my dick: I’ll thrust my dick at you! Isn’t that what a black man’s supposed to do? But I’m Michael Jackson, so just look but you can’t touch.” It wasn’t real, it was symbolic. Not a penis but a phallus…
–from ON MICHAEL JACKSON, by Margo Jefferson.