tender essay about how bruce springsteen is spiritually a butch lesbian

gather round, children.

once upon a time, there was the internet. no, i know we still have it. it wasn’t what it is now. shopping on it was kind of annoying and it took a long time. sharing photos of yourself seemed like a horrible, dangerous idea. there was no clipping, no jubilee, and almost no shouting. it was nice. in those years, there were a lot of cute pictures of animals, and fun little toys and games people built for no reason. and sometimes, you could get an article or essay that explored your weird little thoughts as expansively as you wanted. and those little weird thoughts might resonate profoundly with someone.

bruce is the hero of my life and if you don’t get it i feel sorry for you. i know he’s a big stinky millionaire who is kind of down the middle politically but what can you do. this only begins to scratch the surface of the reason why you can actually trust bruce in a way you can’t trust the others. enjoy!