This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.
This is not just a rock concert. This is more than a punk rock show. This, my friends, is group therapy. This is a very special church. The excitement, the sounds, the emotions. The drums hit and all of our hearts beat in rhythm. The guitars ring and we all remember why we dream. The lyrics we all know remind us that we live collectively. We are all gathered here to understand how, in this world of such woe and pain, there is still so much joy to be had.
At some point that ball of rage, frustration, worry, and pain that dwells somewhere behind our hearts gets shaken loose. It rattles around for a bit before it is finally released in a scream, tears, a victory cry. This is primal scream therapy. We leave knowing that we are not alone. This world is vast and it can be rather lonely, but we are never alone.
I am forever thankful for rock concerts. Hope and love and understanding.
I believe punk rock saved my life.