I’m here for all the emos around my age, who heard “Sugar We’re Going Down” and “I Write Sins Not Tragedies” on the radio in 2005 as middle schoolers, and fell in love.
I’m here for the emos who are older than me, who captained the early fandom in its Myspace and LiveJournal days, whose love of these bands can be traced back to TTTYG or Bullets.
I’m here for the emos who are younger than me, who can’t remember 2005 because they were gradeschoolers or even babies, but who heard “Centuries” or “Victorious” and fell down the rabbit hole into a world they’d missed.
I’m here for the emo girls who were derided as “fake fans”, who are told their passion for these bands probably begins and ends with the singer’s pretty face.
I’m here for the emo boys who were mocked as “girly” or “gay” for wearing eyeliner and long hair like their idols.
I’m here for the emo nonbinaries who feel a little more secure in their identity when they remember that Pete bought skinny jeans from the “women’s” section, or that Gerard sometimes uses they/them pronouns.
I’m here for the emos who paid out the ass and stood in line so they could tell the bands they love, “thank you for everything”.
I’m here for the emos who have never been able to personally speak to the bands and probably never will.
I’m here for all my emo kids out there. Put on your war paint. Sing Hallelujah. Keep running.