I’m not a musician. Even in the punk sense that “anyone” can make music, it just isn’t in my blood. Sure, as a faggot I have a better sense of rhythm than your average straight white boy, and in the rare event that the spirit moves me, I can belt out a show tune like a drag diva. But that’ll only take you so far.

But if I was a musician, I’d want to be a member of Pansy Division. Queer. Punk. Horny.

So you can imagine how excited I was when the world’s punkest queer band played a concert here in puritan West Michigan. They were touring as the opening act with Green Day, who were themselves pretty “fringe” at the time, and local ska legends Mustard Plug (also still at it these days) filled the With Special Guest slot.