Behind the Candelabra
The Liberace and Scott Thorson's story
Behind the candelabra tells the story of the man that Liberace really was behind the scenes comma because in front of the scenes he was not allowed to be honest about his true sexuality period his lover and husband scott Thorson tells the story in great detail in the Book of the same name called Beyond behind the candelabra and tells what kind of a man Liberace was behind the scenesAnd also explainsHow his Public ImageOvershadowed who Liberace was in lifePeriodAnd due to theEraLiberace could not truly express his sexualityEven though it was obviousThatHe was aGay manPeriod
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