Some of y’all are getting too comfortable on the internet. Show some restraint, please, for the love of fuck. AIDS jokes and other stuff (iykyk) are very clearly not accepted within this community and you shouldn’t expect anything but a negative reaction towards it. Either because it’s a real issue that people suffer with, or because it’s just gross and no one wanted to read that with their own two godforsaken eyes (the latter, not the former).
I mean it when I say every day this fandom strays farther away from the light of god (or whatever entity exists). It makes it incredibly difficult to come back and make content when you know in the back of your mind, there’s this newly added weight to being associated with it. So for the love of god or whatever you do or don’t believe in, at least fucking think before you post.
It's about love. It's about regret. It's about fear. It's about calmness in the face of absolutely chaos. It's about joking around in the most serious situation ever. It's about people who've known each other forever. It's about enjoying the moment while it lasts. It's about what could've been and about ignoring what could've been and concentrating on what is. It's about denial. It's about acceptance. It's about trying to keep it together while you're absolutely falling apart. It's about the inherent solidarity queer people have for each other. It's about compassion. It's about belonging. It's about found family. It's about laughing when you should be crying. It's about appreciating the little things. It's about the horrible reality of the AIDS crisis. It's about tragedy. It's about inevitablity. It's about how even when it hurts, even when you know it changes nothing, being with people who care about you and you care about makes it all less painful. About how it was worth it. It will always be worth it. And it says all of this in such a different way in the original version and the revival version because it's such a different world the musical is set in and it's such a different audience watching it but yet at the end of the day it's the same conclusions. It's not even about love. It's about something more ethereal i don't have the words for but what i could mostly describe as love in a higher sense. It's what Falsettos is to me. It's pain and yet comfort. It's escapism from itself. It's art at its truest form.
So much of this is left unsaid but if you listen, you'll hear it. You really will.