A Gay "Fatal Attraction???????????????" You Better Believe It, Lamb Chops!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                  There is simply no accounting for taste, girls. Neither Gene Thurnau, pictured left, and Bob Peterson, on the right, were anything to look at.  But both came together with tragic results, and this was dramatized on the story "Star Crossed Murder," aired on ID's program, "A Stranger In My Home."

                                     It all started, in the early 2,000's at the St. Pete/Clearwater airport in Florida. Both Bob and Gene worked there, as air traffic controllers.  I am sure they made a very nice salary, especially in Florida, though I still do not understand how Bob Peterson was able to just buy and rent homes, the way he did, on his income!

                                       Gene and Bob worked together. Gene was outgoing and gregarious; Bob was not.  He was not anti-social, he just did not fit in, at least around other people. At least, until Bob showed him some male camaraderie.  Nothing wrong with that.  But, when Gene met Juanita, who eventually became his wife, Bob was not happy--though he sort of kept it to himself.

                                         Bob was even more unhappy when Gene and Juanita moved to a home of their own, Land O'Lakes House, in Hillsborough County, which necessitated him transferring to an airport, near there.

                                          Well, guess what?  Bob insisted on buying the home the Thurnaus were moving out of!!!!!!  Not seeing anything wrong with this, they gladly sold; he had the funds, so there was nothing to question. Though he did specify that the house be sold as furnished--so he bought all their furniture, too!!!!!!!!!  What they did not know was how unhappy he was they did not keep their bed linens, which he wanted for himself!!!!!!!!!! He kept their bed and mattress set, but had to buy his own linen!!!!!!!  I sense fetishism here.

                                            You would be right, girls! Bob wanted that linen, which Gene had slept in, so he could fantasize lying next to Gene, sniffing his scent! Uh-huh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   Do you think I am kidding, darlings???????????  No rabbits were boiled here, but, wait, it gets better!!!!!!!!!!

                                               Gene and Bob continued to interact the same at work. But there was something now different about Bob that was emerging, which Juanita, Gene's wife, could not put her finger on.  What the couple did not know was that, outside of work hours, Bob would make the lengthy trip from his current home (which had once been the Thurnaus') to his co worker's current residence, so he could look at it, and photograph it.

                                                  Eventually, Bob began hinting, none too subtly for invitations to visit the couple in their new home.  On November 1, 2006, they capitulated.  Bob showed up, and they all shared a drink--fine.  Juanita had some after hours shopping to do, and wished Bob would leave. But he just kept on dragging out his welcome, until he returned with a gift for them, which turned out to be a photo book record he had compiled, of the Thuranu house,  during various phases of its
enhancement. That is when things began to get uncomfortable; they realized he had taken these pictures, without them knowing it, because he had been driving by periodically, while they were completely unaware.

                                                     This was too much for Juanita. Nevertheless, she thanked Bob politely, and left.  Bob and Gene had the place to themselves. That is when the trouble really ratcheted up!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                       Now they were alone, Bob told Gene he had something to show, him, that he wanted Gene to read. He went to the car, and retrieved this written document, which turned out to be a letter of unrequited gay love that Bob harbored toward Gene. Though I don't see why; he was not much to look at. And, let's face it, even if Gene had been gay, he would never have given Bob a second glance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                        The letter was to the point, to say the least. It ended with one of the most unforgettable prosaic lines I have ever heard--"I will not leave, until I taste your manhood!!!!!!!!!"  I kid you not, dolls!  Not even Jackie Susann or Tennessee Williams ever came up with that one!!!!!!!!!!!!  As for me, if someone ever handed me something like this, I would have marched into the kitchen, mixed together some Jell-O chocolate pudding, shoved a wooden spoonful of it in the guy's mouth, till he choked, and said, "Here, taste THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!"

                                                            Which is what Gene Thurnau should have done.  It might have saved his life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                              Alas, he did all the wrong things. First, he spurned Bob in an overtly aggressive way that asserted both his heterosexuality and--give me a break!!!!!!--his position as  a Christian!  Apparently, Bob, being gay, Gene did not consider Bob as Christian!  Like, fuck you!  So, it is no wonder at that point Bob went around the bend. Now, I am not saying what comes  next he was justified in doing. What I am saying was, had things been handled another way, they might not have gone down as they had.

                                                               Juanita returned home to an empty house.  There were splotches of red on the floor she at first thought was jam--like, what kind of housekeeper was Gene????  Being straight is no excuse for jam on the floor!--except it was not jam, but human blood. Then, she saw discarded clothing items of Gene's all over the place. She searched the house. No Gene, or Bob.

                                                                  I believe Bob may have killed Gene in his own home, after coming on to him, overtly. He might have even had necrophile sex with the corpse, but I cannot prove it.  What Bob did do was take that corpse to his other home, a rented dwelling in Safe Harbor. The bodies were found two days later, by which time Juanita had called the police, and Bob's brother, Anthony, who knew he was gay, got involved.

                                                                  At the Safe Harbor home, police found sex toys, suggesting Bob may have been renting this space to use as some sort of Sex Palace!!!!!!!!!!  But the fairy tale ended, when police found Gene's naked body on the floor, bleeding, and shot through the head.
Bob, in his undies, was on the bed, shot through his head. He had committed suicide.

                                                                   Add to this that Gene had been genitally mutiliated. What gives here? And the parts were never found? Did Bob consume them?  I would not be a bit surprised!!!!!!!!!

                                                                     Which is what happens with these Fatal Attraction types; as Glenn Close well understood, they self-destruct, and  kill themselves.  What saddens me is this did not have to be. Even Gene's wife, Juanita, espoused that, saying while she mourns the loss, at the same time she cannot bring herself to hate Bob. More power to you, hon!!!!!!!!!  Bob was in torment over his sexuality virtually his whole life.  He was 48 at the time of his death, meaning he was born in 1958.  Hell, he was just a few years younger than me; there was help out there, places to go--New York, San Francisco.  Why the hell did you go to Florida, anyway, Bob?  That was a wrong move!  Being closeted does not pay!!!!!!!!!!!!!   As disturbing as the story is, the thing I keep telling myself was, "It did not have to happen this way!"

                                                                       I don't know what kind of upbringing Bob had, but it must have been some fucked up, heterosexist shit!!!!!!!!!!!!  When does it stop?  There are two victims here, not just one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                            Just goes to show--that "Fatal Attraction" thing crosses all generations, genders, and sexual orientations!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                             It does not require Glenn Close!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!