phantom of the opera songs: a summary
prologue: flashback time noot noot
overture: DUUUUUUUUUUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUN
think of me: frick that shit's high
angel of music: stalkers make great music teachers
little lotte: throwback thursday
the mirror: who dis bitch think he is?
the phantom of the opera: in case you didn't know who the guy with the mask was
the music of the night: vibrattos you into loving me
prima donna: stop singing at the same time it's not dramatic it's confusing
all i ask of you: pls love me
all i ask of you (reprise): why don't you love me?
masquerade: obligatory group number
wishing you were somehow here again: i goofed up
don juan triumphant: opera for bad asses
past the point of no return: this is a euphemism for sex
down once more: yep totally a stalker
finale: gross sobbing
When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’
God bless drag queens.
I will always reblog this
Whenever drag queens are present, you best believe they will save the fuckin day.
Oh fuck yes.
If this isn’t on your blog I’m judging you.
Every time a bell rings, a drag queen gets his wings.
God bless drag queen omg