projekt gaymolution
Okay, so, okay. Y'all asked for it, so don't blame me if I keep talking about boys in bands.
If you're a fan of My Chemical Romance at all, you probably know that they're on the Projekt Revolution tour right now. You may also know that there have been some... shenanigans happening fast and furious on this tour.
And if you don't know what I'm talking about, oh holy shit, you guys, have I got a fucking feather boa for you:
This is Gerard Way. I cannot textually render his awesome. I'll just let Gerard demonstrate his awesome later.
This is Frank Iero. I have gotten to the point where, whenever Frank is involved, I just flap my hands and make porn noises. You'll see why.
We'll start with Gerard and how very pretty he's been lately.
Pretty and sweaty and making boys take off their shirts for him. Oh, we'll get to that, trust me.
Gerard's perked up a lot lately. His new comic The Umbrella Academy is coming out soon.
And apparently he's dating a hot tattooed punk chick from Mindless Self Indulgence.
And if Gerard's happy, I'm happy, because seriously, dudes. When he's happy? He's amazing.
He smiles and says filthy shit during concerts.
Oh yeah, there'll be video of some of that filthy shit, just you wait.
Pardon me while I admire Gerard's arms and his tight pants.
Pardon me while I admire Gerard's pretty face.
Pardon me while I admire Gerard's crotch.
And now we'll all admire Gerard touching his crotch. He's been feeling himself up on stage. It's lovely.
No, but seriously, THIGHS.
And camp. Oh, Gerard. How are you so fabulous?
I'm just happy you exist, Gerard Way. Now we turn our terrible whirling eyes on Frank Iero:
I'm going to flap my hands and be inarticulate now, okay?
Because Frank's been, uh...
...kind of supersexycrazy on stage lately.
Isn't that right, Frank?
Still happily fellating things, I see.
I don't even know what to say anymore, you guys.
He's just this tiny rhythm guitarist of sex.
Is he in heat?
Are there pheromones involved?
Did someone slip him some Spanish Fly as a joke?
If so, can I buy that person a drink?
A case of beer?
Seriously, I will buy you a keg.
I'll buy you a refrigerator and have them install a kegerator.
If I could afford to supply Hypothetical-Spanish-Fly-Person with beer for life, I would offer it.
Nnngh, arms.
Unfortunately, I can barely supply myself with beer for life.
Frank takes my mind off these problems by being ridiculously hot.
It's like he wants me to be happy.
He wants us all to be happy, man.
Frank wants us to be happy punk-ass little shits.
Okay, talk amongst yourselves.
FRANK. You. Dude.
Seriously, how are you so hot?
So hot and tiny?
Hot, tiny, and made of so much win?
At some point, I need to move on to the gay.
Just a little bit more Frank first.
I can stop posting pictures of Frank at any time.
I just choose not to.
Because he does this with inanimate objects. Okay, so I guess you're all ready to see what he does with another person? I know I am.
I'll ease you into Frank and Gerard and their game of gay chicken.
I suppose I could drop you in the deep end, but then you'd miss out on the pretty.
Heaven forbid we miss the pretty.
All right, so, here we go.
A little groping between friends.
A little more groping between friends. Not that I stick my hand down my friends' shirts.
Or kneel by their crotches.
Repeatedly.
While they invite me closer and thrust at my face.
Really, what's a little face-in-crotch action between friends?
I mean, Frank loves his band!
He loves them a lot.
He's adorably in love with his band, really.
GROUP SEX HUG.
Any day now I expect Frank to scale Bob's riser and hump Bob and Bob's drum kit. But for now, he'll settle for doing many lewd things to Gerard.
I am really okay with that.
Well, I don't think "okay" indicates how strongly I approve.
TWO THUMBS UP.
In fact, I need foam rubber thumbs so I can approve of this even more.
I mentioned before that Gerard made all the boys take off their shirts. Frank was the first one on stage to strip.
I like that in a man.
Frank also seems to be experimenting with a little light bondage.
Normally I would be delighted with just nudity and bondage, but wait, there's more!
So much more.
It's been like Christmas every day.
A very non-heteronormative Christmas.
Frank solemnly swears on this cock that he is up to no good.
Pictures are awesome, but you know, the amateur video footage is pretty fantastic, too.
In which Gerard Way discusses how much cock he sucks:
In which Gerard feels himself up and then gets boys to take off their shirts:
In which Gerard grabs Frank's ass and Frank does some seriously lascivious things with his hips:
In which Frank goes for Gerard's crotch:
In which Frank slings his leg around Gerard and rides him:
Because sometimes Gerard needs to push Frank's face in his crotch and Frank needs to yell "Fuck me!":
In which Frank and Gerard make out:
In which Frank wears a feather boa and licks Gerard to celebrate his sobriety day.
And there's so much more than that, but I need to eat lunch and pretend to work for a few hours, okay? Okay.
If you're a fan of My Chemical Romance at all, you probably know that they're on the Projekt Revolution tour right now. You may also know that there have been some... shenanigans happening fast and furious on this tour.
And if you don't know what I'm talking about, oh holy shit, you guys, have I got a fucking feather boa for you:
This is Gerard Way. I cannot textually render his awesome. I'll just let Gerard demonstrate his awesome later.
This is Frank Iero. I have gotten to the point where, whenever Frank is involved, I just flap my hands and make porn noises. You'll see why.
We'll start with Gerard and how very pretty he's been lately.
Pretty and sweaty and making boys take off their shirts for him. Oh, we'll get to that, trust me.
Gerard's perked up a lot lately. His new comic The Umbrella Academy is coming out soon.
And apparently he's dating a hot tattooed punk chick from Mindless Self Indulgence.
And if Gerard's happy, I'm happy, because seriously, dudes. When he's happy? He's amazing.
He smiles and says filthy shit during concerts.
Oh yeah, there'll be video of some of that filthy shit, just you wait.
Pardon me while I admire Gerard's arms and his tight pants.
Pardon me while I admire Gerard's pretty face.
Pardon me while I admire Gerard's crotch.
And now we'll all admire Gerard touching his crotch. He's been feeling himself up on stage. It's lovely.
No, but seriously, THIGHS.
And camp. Oh, Gerard. How are you so fabulous?
I'm just happy you exist, Gerard Way. Now we turn our terrible whirling eyes on Frank Iero:
I'm going to flap my hands and be inarticulate now, okay?
Because Frank's been, uh...
...kind of supersexycrazy on stage lately.
Isn't that right, Frank?
Still happily fellating things, I see.
I don't even know what to say anymore, you guys.
He's just this tiny rhythm guitarist of sex.
Is he in heat?
Are there pheromones involved?
Did someone slip him some Spanish Fly as a joke?
If so, can I buy that person a drink?
A case of beer?
Seriously, I will buy you a keg.
I'll buy you a refrigerator and have them install a kegerator.
If I could afford to supply Hypothetical-Spanish-Fly-Person with beer for life, I would offer it.
Nnngh, arms.
Unfortunately, I can barely supply myself with beer for life.
Frank takes my mind off these problems by being ridiculously hot.
It's like he wants me to be happy.
He wants us all to be happy, man.
Frank wants us to be happy punk-ass little shits.
Okay, talk amongst yourselves.
FRANK. You. Dude.
Seriously, how are you so hot?
So hot and tiny?
Hot, tiny, and made of so much win?
At some point, I need to move on to the gay.
Just a little bit more Frank first.
I can stop posting pictures of Frank at any time.
I just choose not to.
Because he does this with inanimate objects. Okay, so I guess you're all ready to see what he does with another person? I know I am.
I'll ease you into Frank and Gerard and their game of gay chicken.
I suppose I could drop you in the deep end, but then you'd miss out on the pretty.
Heaven forbid we miss the pretty.
All right, so, here we go.
A little groping between friends.
A little more groping between friends. Not that I stick my hand down my friends' shirts.
Or kneel by their crotches.
Repeatedly.
While they invite me closer and thrust at my face.
Really, what's a little face-in-crotch action between friends?
I mean, Frank loves his band!
He loves them a lot.
He's adorably in love with his band, really.
GROUP SEX HUG.
Any day now I expect Frank to scale Bob's riser and hump Bob and Bob's drum kit. But for now, he'll settle for doing many lewd things to Gerard.
I am really okay with that.
Well, I don't think "okay" indicates how strongly I approve.
TWO THUMBS UP.
In fact, I need foam rubber thumbs so I can approve of this even more.
I mentioned before that Gerard made all the boys take off their shirts. Frank was the first one on stage to strip.
I like that in a man.
Frank also seems to be experimenting with a little light bondage.
Normally I would be delighted with just nudity and bondage, but wait, there's more!
So much more.
It's been like Christmas every day.
A very non-heteronormative Christmas.
Frank solemnly swears on this cock that he is up to no good.
Pictures are awesome, but you know, the amateur video footage is pretty fantastic, too.
In which Gerard Way discusses how much cock he sucks:
Click to viewIn which Gerard feels himself up and then gets boys to take off their shirts:
In which Gerard grabs Frank's ass and Frank does some seriously lascivious things with his hips:
In which Frank goes for Gerard's crotch:
In which Frank slings his leg around Gerard and rides him:
Because sometimes Gerard needs to push Frank's face in his crotch and Frank needs to yell "Fuck me!":
In which Frank and Gerard make out:
In which Frank wears a feather boa and licks Gerard to celebrate his sobriety day.
And there's so much more than that, but I need to eat lunch and pretend to work for a few hours, okay? Okay.