When I Moved Out Of My Mom's

We Were A Small Group Of Weirdos And Baby Punks And Gays And Free Spirits Who Had To Use Our Imaginations A Lot. We Only Saw Pictures And Read Zines, So We Could Only Interpret The Aesthetic And Message Of Punk Scenes Around The World. We Were Basically The Duck-billed Platypuses Of Punk.

When I Was A Kid Ellen Degeneres And Rosie O'donnell Were Mere Blips On The Gaydar; And They Were Both Still In The Closet.

We All Seek Approval, And Our Mother's Seal Is Usually The Most Important. The Nitty Gritty Is That We Have To Accept Ourselves, Even If It Is Just To Be Ready For The Next Cut-down. Mom's Blessing Or Not.

I Don't Get Mad With People, Like, 'oh, But That's Not What The Song Was About...' It's Also Nice To Know That People Are Mindlessly Dancing To A Song About The Us Government's Stance On Same-sex Marriages... Especially Straight Jocks. I Love That Idea. I Think That's The Beauty Of Music - It's Different For Everybody.

We Have To Stop This Idea That We Have To Be A Certain Shape.