I accidentally stumbled upon this elderly gay man’s website last night, it’s been active since the 90s and has pages talking about his personal life as a gay cowboy it’s super interesting! he has webcams running on it that refresh every minute or so and pages about his experiences with HIV and cancer - he also has a massive archive of gay magazine scans (18+) from the 70s up to the 90s!
On any given night for the next few months, you – yes, YOU – might have tickets to go see a band called Fall Out Boy play a concert.
At this concert, on any given night for the next few months, you – yes, YOU – might see Fall Out Boy play a couple of dozen Fall Out Boy songs.
You – yes, YOU – might think that you know which Fall Out Boy songs Fall Out Boy might play at the Fall Out Boy concert.
YOU DON’T.
YOU HAVE NO IDEA.
DON’T EVEN PRETEND THAT YOU DO.
“Oh, but I think they’ll play–”
STOP TALKING. SHUT UP. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY’RE GOING TO PLAY. NEITHER DO THEY.
On any given night for the next few months, you – yes, YOU – may encounter ANY FALL OUT BOY SONG AT ALL. ANY ONE. EVEN THE MOST OUTRAGEOUS ONE.
“Okay, but surely not–”
YES. THAT ONE, TOO.
You – yes, YOU – may encounter it as a piano rendition. You may encounter it in acoustic form. You may get the full band gloriously all together. Patrick may or may not remember all of the lyrics. It doesn’t matter. It’s all equally devastating, dangerous, and harmful. The important thing to remember is:
ALT
ALT
ALT
ALT
ALT
