Coming from a gay man living in a very judgmental sub-culture that lashes out against its own, forces pre-conceived notions that big[ger] is better and being unattractive is being a loser, I have to say one thing: I've done good.
It wasn't always like this. For years I tried to conform to a 'norm'. It made me insane with terror. All that insecurity, bogging me down, making me feel unfit for a critical world that was certain to reject me.
Now, at nearly forty, I'm realizing it all in one fell swoop, though it was always there, it's as if my own reflection had been all this time staring at me in the mirror, the mirror that this video is to the viewer: I am beautiful. I really am "big." I really am all that and the cookie-jar in a cute little man-package. I have nothing---not a thing---to worry about.
The beauty of this video is the conceit: the guy at the beginning remains in his undies, running around, doing little things here and there but clearly having fun. He's not muscular. He's a Seth Rogen type... although I might have to recant that after Rogen lost all the excess weight. But you get the picture. He's a regular traveler staying at a hotel, unaware that in this room very different people have also stayed: the businessman who reveals his inner drag queen later on, the adorable fat girl who can dance up a storm, the South Pacific hipster, the rock star, the druggie, the frat boy, countless party girls, and on and on. All in their own world of joy and unity, coming together for one brief dance scene as George Michael sits calmly at the edge of the bed---the invisible observer, us, you and me---and also gets up for the short choreographed moment.
So this I have to say to people I know, on and offline: you, friends, women and men, fat and skinny, tall or short, black or white, straight, gay, transgendered, are flawless. Never forget that. Fuck conventions and looking so airbrushed it takes a double-take to rectify you're actually a person. And please, go to the City.