Although he was prone to excess, as his flamboyant home decor and custom-made wardrobe later demonstrated, he was also an old-fashioned motherfucker, especially when acting feminine towards women (even boys). When his mother, Gladys Presley, died on August 14, 1958, at just 46 years old, she was devastated and many close to him said he never recovered.
In a first-person article published in People magazine in 1985, coinciding with the publication of her memoir Elvis and Me, Priscilla recalled being introduced to Elvis at his rented house near the Army base in Bad Nauheim. The rock ‘n’ roll star asked her, “So what are we here for? What are you? Are you in junior high or high school?” When she told him she was in the ninth grade, he laughed and said, “So what are we here for? What are you? Are you in junior high or high school?”
Then he walked to the piano and started singing. “I saw Elvis trying to get my attention,” Priscilla recalled. “I realized that the less I responded, the more he would start singing just for me. I couldn’t believe that Elvis Presley was trying to impress me.”
She was only wearing a “little sailor dress” that night, she later recalled to UPI, because she still couldn’t believe she was meeting Elvis.
Priscilla was invited to her home for another gathering. And one more thing. That third night, he invited her to be alone upstairs and assured her, “I promise I’ll never do anything to hurt you. I’ll treat you like a sister,” she recalled to People magazine.
