#bi songwriters

[asshole-rebel-psycho]

Rockabilly Nightmare (demo)

To all the big tiddy goth girls looking for a unicorn with their bfs that look like Shrek! this song is for you!

[gaaaaaaaayypr]

Devil in the Details (demo)

Wrote this song after I just moved down south in the US and a Karen told me gay people have the demons of the devil as she was cutting my hair.

Lol so as a gay I was inspired to write this song to piss her off. Not all ppl are like this down here but it's pretty rich for her to say that considering she's on her third husband 🤔 😏 and I'm a spiritual, conservative person myself.

Anyway here it is. For the trans and gays 😆 🏳️‍🌈

[bidotorg]

🎉 Happy Birthday to the incredible Sophie B. Hawkins! 🌈 Known for hits like "Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover" and "As I Lay Me Down", Sophie has long been a trailblazer — not just for her unique musical style but also as an openly bi artist. Her fearless self-expression and advocacy for LGBT rights continue to inspire fans around the world. Today, we celebrate her talent, authenticity, and lasting impact. Here’s to many more years of music and love! 🎶❤️

[bittersweetbangers]

my partner said, and i quote, "these would do numbers on tumblr"

[menlove]

songs that make the most sense if the singer is gay but everyone is twisting themselves into pretzels to make it straight that they come up with stories that make even less sense than "he's singing about a man." are my white whale

[prairietrashdotcom]

i feel so bad for non canadians specifically because your mom probably wasn't a jann arden girlie like my mom still is to this very day

[pisces-sun-aquarius-moon]

Dance (demo)

A song I wrote a while back about how I escape my loneliness through music.

As a young gay kid, when all of my friends were coupled up at the bar I had no one to dance with but the music. It was my friend in times of darkness and still is. 💔

Painting is of Giselle from the Ballet ( it's from the 1800s I can't find the source lol)

[lunaghost13]

If I was just a little prettier, talented, and had the means to, I could be the next heavy metal Chappell Roan or Amy Lee. One of them lol. I feel like I’m also too introverted and can’t read music notes for the life of me.

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

Pardon me for getting emotional, but I just found on Youtube a whole other TV show live performance that Fanny did in 1972 that I've never seen or heard of before, and I'm mostly emotional because they played "The First Time" live (Nickey's song - as Jean introduces), and I've never heard "The First Time" live but I've always wanted to hear it, especially to hear that outro slide solo that June does, and oh my god, it is beautiful. Nickey's vocals on it are so beautiful and heartfelt that I almost cried, and June's slide solo in the outro is as excellent as I hoped it would be.

Also, I LOOOOOOOOOOVE that the people filming not only included some decently-long-lasting shots of Nickey and Alice (those who film concerts are notoriously unequal in focusing on keyboardists/pianists and drummers in bands, especially if they're not the lead vocalists; but there was a good amount of time focused on Nickey even when she wasn't singing or soloing) although Alice did tend to be more in the background than directly focused on which seemed rather unfair given how she was absolutely killing it and I also just love watching her play drums, but they focused a bit on the audience and you got to see how much they LOVED "Charity Ball" especially!!! Getting to see the audience's reaction to it, let alone the band, made an already rollicking, fun tune even more joyous by the end of it, which was amazing. And, I wondered if, just for that occasion, that's why June played slide toward the end, because I've never seen her play slide on "Charity Ball" before, and it was AWESOME! The band ended up going all-out jam on it, which I think is entirely appropriate for a song with lyrics urging "Stand and deliver/Give 'em everything you've got". Note, though, that unfortunately the tape of the show cut out in the place toward the middle of "Charity Ball" which is why the video demarcated two songs at the end with the one before the last song being very short; it's the same song, "Charity Ball," but it's not named that properly in the video (neither is "Borrowed Time" properly named, which is the second to last song played and the third to last piece demarcated in the video). So it's not perfect, for sure, but I'll whine about it in the comments on my own time. lol

[musiclovingoutdoorsman]

Lil snippet of the beginning of a new song I wrote today. About going “home” and having to confront the person you once were who you no longer recognize. Tentatively titled “Cold and Dead.” Hope ya like it!

[gorillazgang]

Niceee!!! except he's not gay he's bi lol :))))

Noah Adams (NoahFinnce)

Gender: Transgender man

Sexuality: Gay

DOB: 18 August 1999

Ethnicity: White

Occupation: Youtuber, influencer, singer, songwriter, musician

[asshole-rebel-psycho]

My songwriting process:

* writes songs about being in the closet*

* records my songs screaming inside of a closet*

[jinxviolets]

jason mraz writes songs about love and fun and humanity and he is the gentlest dude with the only allowable fedora style and he is severely underrated as a person and a musician

[darlingi-loveyou]

SOS SONGWRITING BLOCK

i’m trying to write a song about feeling invalidated in my bisexual (presenting in ways where people will either think I’m straight or lesbian, having been hit on by boys more than girls, having released more songs with female subjects than male subjects, etc.), but i’m not sure where i want to start or where i want to go with it. i am in dire need of inspiration.

[munson-blurbs]

Rockstar!Eddie x Childhood Best Friend!Reader

Summary: Eddie's got a new girlfriend, which means you get put on the back burner indefinitely. But there's only so much you can take.

WC: 2.1k

Warnings: hurt/no comfort, rockstar!Eddie, takes place around 1989, drinking/tipsiness, Eddie is an idiot, kinda insecure!Reader

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Lena was beautiful. 

There was no denying that. You’d seen how beautiful she was the night Eddie had picked her from the crowd, dark makeup and denim miniskirt that ended mid-thigh. She walked backstage like she owned the place, with a confidence you could only envy from afar. 

You were used to it: Eddie would find a groupie, they’d hook up for the night, and then she was all but forgotten as Corroded Coffin moved to their next tour destination.

But not Lena. She’d been around for the last six months. Always touching Eddie, kissing him, drawing him in with her gorgeous eyes. She was everything he wanted, and she knew it.

You tried to get along with her and get to know her; after all, she was your best friend’s girlfriend. You asked her to grab a cup of coffee, to hang out at the mall, to get your nails done at the salon. All three times, she’d turned you down with some half-hearted excuse. 

And now she was here, at your birthday party. Her legs were draped over Eddie’s as they sat on the couch, his arm around her and her fingers in his hair. All you could focus on was his smile, that same dopey grin he used to give to Chrissy Cunningham whenever she’d give him an iota of attention back in high school. 

Eddie Munson was smitten, and he had no intention of hiding his feelings.

You downed your drink, the harsh taste of vodka burning your throat, and quickly poured yourself another one. What was the saying? It’s my party, and I’ll drink myself into a stupor if I want to? Something like that.

“Hey, Birthday Girl. You okay?” Gareth spoke up, yanking you from your thoughts. You hadn’t even realized he was beside you. “I haven’t seen you drink this much since the Grammys afterparty.”

You nodded, your head heavy with tears and liquor and lies. “Fine. Just…tired.”

Gareth scoffed. “Tired of watching Eddie and Lena tonguing each other, you mean?” Your wince betrayed your indifferent facade, and Gareth laughed softly. “Yeah, me, too.” He took a swig of his own drink and continued. “I mean, I get it. She’s hot as hell, but she’s also kinda–”

“Bitchy?” The word escaped you before you could stop it, another effect of the booze.

“You said it, not me.” Gareth raised his cup in a pseudo-toast. “But, yeah. Tour went from being about the band to being the Lena Show. And if you try to push back even a little, she just pouts and whines to Eddie that we’re being mean to her.”

You rolled your eyes. There was a freedom that came with confiding in Gareth, with no longer having to keep your feelings to yourself. “He used to call me at least once a week,” you say of Eddie, “and I figured that would change once he got a girlfriend. But the last time he called me was…two months ago.”

Could you even count that? It was just Eddie saying that the tour was good and that he’d be at your party–with Lena, of course. No silly stories from the road, no play-by-play of the shows, no begging for you to come see them again soon. It was as if you’d been a temporary placeholder until a better option came along.

And now, here she was, leaving red lipstick marks on his cheek. Staking her claim.

Eddie was never yours–not like that. Not in the way you wanted him to be yours. You’d been best friends since high school, and your crush had only blossomed from there. You were drawn to him the moment you saw him command the room during Hellfire, crafting and weaving a tale of a fantastical world with magnificent and terrifying creatures. It was as though you could see it right in front of you.

That storytelling talent extended to his songwriting. Sure, some of the songs were about the heartbreak that comes with being a teenager, but so many others were rooted in big problems: war, poverty, and the general injustices of the world. You were in awe of the way his eyes saw beyond the tiny borders of Hawkins.

Gareth slung an arm around you and pulled you close. Though you’d never told him about your crush on Eddie, he knew. All of Corroded Coffin knew—and probably all of the old Hellfire crew, too. Everyone but Eddie. 

“It’ll be okay,” Gareth murmured. “He’s an idiot. He’s always been an idiot, but with her, it’s amped up. Stupidity on steroids.”

You laughed at that despite the sadness brewing within you.

“Go enjoy your party. You deserve it.”

Heeding his advice, you pried yourself from the kitchen counter and over to some of the other guests. You managed to have fun, pushing away the nagging reminder of heartbreak just feet away. It got easier as the night went on—until it didn’t. 

“Baby,” you heard Lena whine. “This party sucks. I wanna go back to the hotel.”

Say no, you silently willed Eddie. Tell her that you want to stay. Tell her that she can leave, but you’re going to stick around and—

“Yeah, babe. We can go.”

Five words that anchored a pit in your stomach. He didn’t even consider an alternative option. Lena was his only priority. 

You blinked back the tears in your eyes as he said his half-hearted goodbye. Lena stood behind him, arms crossed over her chest. 

“Super fun party,” she drawled, donning a saccharine smile. “So sorry we have to leave early.” With that, she grabbed Eddie’s hand and led him out of your apartment. 

The rest of the night was a blur. Even as you ate birthday cake and talked with other guests, your focus stayed on the remnants of your friendship with Eddie. Of course dynamics changed when friends got partners. But to be completely iced out? That couldn’t be normal. It shouldn’t be normal.

You decided that night that you were done. The friendship was already beyond repair. It wasn’t Lena’s fault, though it would be much easier to blame her and keep pretending that Eddie was still the same thoughtful guy from Hawkins High. No, Eddie was the problem, and the solution was letting him go.

Weeks went by, then months, with no word from Eddie. The first few days hurt, your heart still convinced that he’d call and apologize for bailing on the rest of your party. A simple ‘I’m sorry’ that might spark a flicker of hope.

It got easier after a while. You filled your days with work and friends. When you heard a Corroded Coffin song on the radio, you simply changed the station without tears falling. And when Entertainment Tonight declared that “a young woman previously linked to Corroded Coffin frontman Eddie Munson was spotting cozying up to a more popular band’s lead singer,” you only chuckled and snapped off the TV.

The first call came a week later when you were at work. Your answering machine button flashed red, and you pressed play to hear the new message.

Hey, um, it’s me.

You froze, your blood icing over in your veins.

I know it’s been a while, but…a lot has happened. And I’ve been thinking, and I really wanna see you. Talk to you. I miss you. Um, the tour just finished, so I’ll be back in Hawkins. Let me know when you’re around.

Absolutely not. There was no way you’d talk to him again, and you finalized that decision by erasing the message.

But two days later, there was another one.

Hey, it’s me again. I was talking to Gareth, and he told me that I royally fucked up. Which I kinda knew, but hearing it from him…yeah.

Anyway, um, I don’t wanna just hang out–I mean, I do, but I wanna apologize first. In person, i-if that’s okay. I think my first message made it sound like, ‘Hey, let’s go grab a drink and bullshit around,’ but I want to say that I’m sorry. Shit, I’m rambling. Okay, I’m gonna go now. Bye.

And then another the day after that.

Okay, so, you don’t wanna meet up in person, and I get that. But I still want you to know how sorry I am, so I’ll just say it here, I guess. I never should have pushed you aside like that. I got caught up in everything with the band and the tour and…and her, and…y’know. That’s not an excuse or anything, just…explaining my series of fuck-ups. I miss you so much, and I wish we could just be friends again. I know it’s not that easy, but…fuck, I fucked this up. I’m really sorry, and you don’t have to forgive me–shit, Wayne’s home. I’ll talk to you later. Or, um, talk to your voicemail, I guess.

Wayne was home. That meant that Eddie was twenty minutes away from you, leaving voicemails from his uncle’s trailer. You grabbed your jacket, willing yourself to stay focused on the road as you drove to Forest Hills. That asshole wanted to talk to you in person, but couldn’t even stammer out a genuine apology over the phone?

You knocked on the trailer door so hard that your knuckles ached by the time Eddie opened it.

“Wha–did you get my messages?” His eyes widened as he took in the sight of you standing before him.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. “You mean the ones with your half-assed apologies? Yeah, I got ‘em.”

Eddie took a step back. “No, no, I meant them. I really am sorry.”

“Convenient how you found time to be sorry once your girlfriend started fucking someone else,” you seethed. “Couldn’t squeeze out a minute to call after you ditched me on my birthday, but you’ve got plenty of time to grovel now.”

“That’s not–she wasn’t good for me,” he supplied lamely.

You couldn’t help the snort you let out. “What, did she hold the phone hostage? Did she pick you up and carry you out of my party? You,” you jabbed your forefinger into his chest, “are the reason we don’t talk. Not her.”

“I know.”

“Do you?” You snapped. “Because I have a feeling that you think this is on Lena. And maybe she didn’t help, but she certainly didn’t force you to be a shitty friend.”

Eddie rubbed his palm over his eyes. “I know,” he repeated, the frustration evident in his tone. “I…I was a shitty friend. I never should have left your party early, and I should’ve stayed in touch with you. I should’ve listened to the guys when they warned me that you wouldn’t keep putting up with my bullshit for much longer.”

You felt a spark of reassurance that the other band members had stood up for you, but you kept your attention on what you needed to say. What you needed him to hear.

“And now what? You’re back in Hawkins, no groupies around to keep you company, so you figure it’s a good time to reach out to me?” You stepped closer to him as you spoke. “I’m not your back-up plan when your life comes crashing down. I’m a goddamn person, Eddie! And you just threw me away like our friendship meant nothing to you.”

He was silent for a few moments, his sweat sock-covered foot grinding into the carpet. His hair fell in front of his face, but you could still see him chewing on the inside of his cheek as he considered his next words.

“Gareth told me…he told me that you liked me,” Eddie said softly. “Like…more than just a friend.” With trepidation, he looked into your eyes, tears forming in his own. “And he said I’m an idiot for not seeing what was in front of my face the whole time. A really beautiful woman who has always been there for me. Who never gave up on me, whether I was playing to five drunks at the Hideout or to sold-out stadium crowds.”

“Right. All of the things I’ve done for you. But what have you done for me? How have you been my friend?” You waited for him to respond, but he said nothing. “Exactly. I was just a groupie you never fucked.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped, and you couldn’t help but feel a wave of pride wash over you at his utter shock. “I’m–”

“I know you’re sorry. I got it.” You pivoted on one heel and turned your back to him, starting towards your car. Before you got there, you called out over your shoulder. “And if you leave me another pathetic voicemail, I’ll throw my answering machine through your window.”

Then you drove off, leaving him standing where you left him, just as alone as you’d felt all this time.

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[pureastrologywisdom]

𝔄𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔶 𝔒𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰

Having your chart ruler conjunct your Chiron is such a beautiful yet painful placement. These people have experienced great pain in this life. This is a sad effect of having this gift of healing they posses. They truly understand pain, not just in themselves but also others. They can recognise it in others around them. They are here to help not only themselves but others heal. It is one of their life's missions. These people are blessed with such incredible empathy. They have to defeat their own pain first, and then they can truly help others.

People who have their Sun quintile or bi-quintile Mars are gifted in sports and have a natural athleticism. Often this placement also makes them very good at strategy, which can help in team sports. This talent for strategy is often prevalent in other areas of life also. These people possess a competitiveness, they thrive off competition and enjoy such environments.

If I see Pluto or Neptune conjunct the IC or in the fourth house it immediately tell me that in the worst case scenario a persons childhood was full of manipulation or power struggles. Whilst Pluto can represent manipulation, control and deception, Neptune can also represent someone being deceive and gaslighting. Neptune is about someone distorting the picture, whilst Pluto is about someone controlling the lens. Something to note is that Pluto is about transmutation and transformation and Neptune is about inspiration, creativity and hold a very forgiving and nurturing energy also. These bad experiences can be turned on their head by the individual and used for growth and good.

If I look in someones chart and see a strong or well aspected Jupiter it tells me this person is very good at taking things as lessons in life. When things happen to them, whether good or bad they take it as a learning experience. That is why these people often hold much wisdom.

If your 5th house ruler goes into your third house you will have creative talent in singing or speaking. This can include poetry written or spoken and songwriting. Also look at what planet your fifth house is ruled by, this will help you see the vibe of someones words or voice, for example Neptune will give someone a very etherial voice.

Thanks for reading

Let me know if you have any of these and what your experience is with these placements

Pureastrowisdom x