The Bros movies is a commentary about how many queer people find their cynicism and confidence through the amount of surviving they had to do in a heteronormative and cisgendered world where there was no space for them to take up without compromising themselves. It’s a movie about how many queer people were lost because of that same unaccepting world that would erase our people from the history books until we were easily forgotten or strip their queerness away as they told their stories. About how many queer people are still lost today, either because they would rather be miserable than a horrible cliche, or because no matter the amount of surviving, hatred and ignorance will always take victims with them, and unless we challenge the systems and norms that allow that to happen we’ll continue to have members of our community lost to us forever. It’s a movie about how if you allow this hatred to fester inside you, the hatred for yourself from a world that wants you to, or the hatred from constantly having to struggle just to fucking survive and thrive while it seems so goddamn easy for others who don’t have the same bigoted obstacles as you, you’ll only start to feel the same way about the whole world and forget that it’s just as much hating as it is opening up your heart to whatever may come and the people in your life. It’s about how as much as you’re hurting, the people you love may be hurting too, especially those in your community, and holding each other may be the best answer more than fighting is. It’s a story about love and how it’s messy and hard and fun and annoying and peaceful and sometimes so easy, and how if it’s really worth it, you’ll work for it, and grow for it. It’s a movie that responds to the complaint about it being too queer with a “Yeah, and?”