Okay...just suppose.

If I were a pre-teen, even if I harbored no reservations about sharing a bed in the hopes I might get some money out of it later...even if I didn't care if I was molested, or maybe I was confused about my sexual identity and invited some advances in an experimental sort of way, just to see; even if I were gay and wanted to be with a man .... .... ...

Michael Jackson would be the last man on my list because the cosmetic surgery has made him one creepy, scary-looking individual. It would frighten the living bejeezus out of me to open my eyes in the morning and see him staring at me.