Elvis and Me

by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley

“Don’t criticize what you don’t understand, son, you never walked in that man’s shoes.” Elvis Aaron Presley

For the last time I begged him to consummate our love. It would have been so easy for him. I was young, vulnerable, desperately in love, and he could have taken complete advantage of me. But he quietly said, “No. Someday we will, Priscilla, but not now. You’re just too young.”

“Why you?” she asked, her voice thick with emotion. “Why can’t he find someone his own age? You’re only sixteen. What is this man doing to our family?”

Under no circumstances were his ideas or playfulness perverted or in any way harmful.

Hell, I’ll bet when I’m dead and gone, they’ll still be taking advantage.”

When you look at a body, you realize how temporary it all is, how it could end in a matter of minutes.”

I was confronted with the harsh realization that living the way I had for so long was very unnatural and detrimental to my well-being.