Earlier today I had a conversation about the meaning of life and the existential value of art and creation -- what matters when the world is burning and suffering abounds? -- you know, that light after dinner kinda convo. But I realize now I've been overthinking this whole thing. The answer lies, ever so simply, in this GIF of Michael touching himself and grinding into the air like the mesmerizing stage-beast he is. I'm not sure if I've stared at this for 2 minute, 20 minutes, or 2 hours, but whichever it is, it is not enough lol.
That said, the GIF I had in mind is a close up of his crotch with one finger gently caressing it in a way that is downright pornographic, if porn could ever dream of being so hot. I want to see it again and I am loudly declaring this desire to anyone who will listen both in hopes of manifesting my own destiny, but also because I am a monster, and entirely unashamed of how much a completely clothed Michael can destroy my entire life. You know, in a good way lol.