Take Me Now and Here

No adequate vocabulary exists for how much I love the Backstreet Boys. Howie, Nick, Kevin, Brian, and the perpetually fuckable A.J.—just take me, all five of you, right now. A proper documentary film about them exists in the world and I haven’t seen it yet, which is a personal crisis I’m taking seriously. Whether it plays in a cinema near me or I have to find it through other channels—and the internet is, thankfully, a generous institution—doesn’t really matter. The floor is where I’ll be until then.