#d slur mention

[haunted-thing]

here are some various dyke flags I made since I’m finally more happy and comfortable with my identity now!

transmasculine dyke

transfeminine dyke

transneu dyke

non-binary dyke

my interpretation of boy/man dyke

[image id:

First row: The left flag has five equal stripes. The colors from top to bottom are dark blue, bright blue, turquoise, light green, and pale green. The left flag is black with three diagonal stripes going from the bottom left to top right and a white downwards-facing axe on the right side. The colors from top left to bottom right are dark blue, turquoise, and light green.

Second row: The left flag has five equal stripes. The colors from top to bottom are pale yellow, light orange, pink, bright purple, and dark indigo. The left flag is black with three diagonal stripes going from the bottom left to top right and a white downwards-facing axe on the right side. The colors from top left to bottom right are bright purple, pink, and light orange.

Third row: The left flag has five equal stripes. The colors from top to bottom are bright indigo, dark indigo, dark purple, dark magenta, and magenta. The left flag is black with three diagonal stripes going from the bottom left to top right and a white downwards-facing axe on the right side. The colors from top left to bottom right are dark magenta, dark indigo, and bright

indigo.

Fourth row: The left flag has five equal stripes. The colors from top to bottom are dark grey, black, dark blue, indigo, and bright purple. The left flag is black with three diagonal stripes going from the bottom left to top right and a white downwards-facing axe on the right side. The colors from top left to bottom right are dark blue, indigo, and bright purple.

Fifth row: The left flag has five equal stripes. The colors from top to bottom are dark blue, blue, dull teal, turquoise, and light turquoise. The left flag is black with three diagonal stripes going from the bottom left to top right and a white downwards-facing axe on the right side. The colors from top left to bottom right are dark blue, blue, and turquoise. End IDs.]

tagging: @accessmogai & @mogai-sunflowers !

[trans-wojak]

I swear to fucking god, do people even listen to themselves these days? Another stupid girl posting on Facebook that she’s supposedly “agender” but ain’t ever going to inform her parents about her precious gender identity because they won’t understand. That she will die without them ever knowing.

Do you know how privileged that is? Literally, your parents won’t even give a fuck. Why? Because you aren’t actually going to transition. Do you know what happens to ACTUAL transsexuals? We get kicked out of home, we get abused, our parents disown us. I was NOT put in conversion therapy and pushed back into the closet for fucking 9 years then made homeless just so some stupid girls can think “oh but I don’t feel like a girl, I’m fine with my sex tho” is on the same level as me.

My parents originally fucking were horrible to me, they put me in conversion therapy and you what that lead to? Me having such low self esteem that I believed being abused was normal, so normal that I got into a domestic violent relationship that lasted for 9 years. Conversion therapy actively encourages you to consider suicide as an option if you can’t live as your assigned sex. They break down your spirit, they basically try to convince you that you’re delusional. Leaving him meant I was left with NOTHING but not only that, I had already started testosterone and the changes were beginning to get too obvious for my dad to ignore. He literally made me homeless cause he refused to have me live with him until I could get my own place. Because now I wasn’t just looking like a dyke, I was now showing signs of true transsexuality.

Both my parents are better now, they have a lot of regret about treating me so poorly over my gender dysphoria - but they are not perfect. My mum will still run away and hide from people who knew me prior to my transition if I’m with her because she doesn’t want to defend me if they are nasty when they realise it’s [deadname] as a man now. My dad still uses she/her pronouns for me even though it makes people think he has dementia lol. He constantly thinks I’m going to kill myself because I will eventually regret my transition. He also thinks everyone can always tell that I’m trans even though I’m stealth in real life. He lets it slip that he thinks I will never find a partner, constantly tells my mum that he wishes I “just stayed as a lesbian butch woman**”. My mum thinks [deadname] and Mike are two different people, she thinks she lost a daughter, but gained a son even though I am the same person. She has said before that I killed her first daughter when we have arguments.

I am so sick of this non binary craze bullshit. Y’all don’t understand that transsexuals do not get the same benefits you do, you can hide being “trans.” You can put on your they/them pins at LGBTIBBQ meet ups but take them off to go back to your cis life. I cannot. My life is forever shaped by this bullshit, I am struggling so hard to change my name legally so EVERY TIME I do anything that requires that nonsense - people treat me like fucking shit. Cause they see a bloke in front of them but a legal female name, they know. Nurses are absolute trash to me if I ever go to the hospital because of my legal name. They use he/him until they see the paper work then do a condescending smile and use my deadname, she/her etc. Its rare that I have a decent nurse or doctor who ACTUALLY continues to treat me correctly.

Your non binary identity is based all on fucking sexist gender roles and without those, you wouldn’t have an identity. Mine is based on the fact my brain sex is male but my body was born female and I’m actively changing that to male.

We are not the same.

[trannypilledfaggotmaxing]

i love you boydykes i love u cis people who get misgendered for being gnc i love u men in dresses i love you trashy over the top queens i love you trans people who felt more comfortable expressing femininity and or masculinity after coming out after avoiding expressing it so long because it was assigned to what people perceived was your gender i love you faggots who light each other cigarettes with your own i love you flamers and butches i love you neo pronoun users i love you people who put glitter their facial hair and i love you cishet men  who enjoy dresses and make up I love you she/her men and he/him women i love you people whose concept of gender is more vast than the sky and deeper than the Ocean i love you older transgender people and transsexuals who dared boldly to age i love you Salmacian people i love you intersex people i love you people who identify as a binary gender in their day today but when given the chance elaborate and explain that it's more complicated than that I love you people who think the whole gender concept is unnecessary for themselves I love you people here perceive themselves as having a sense of gender that is inarticulable i love you all so much

[drdilfenshmirtz]

idk who needs to hear this but alutegra is wrong. theyre not together. theyre dyke and fag realness. wlw and mlm solidarity but they call eachother slurs.

[sunnyh8smsi]

Where is the joke, really? Stop calling people slurs.

Fuck anyone who tolerates this shit.

this isn't even the first time this has happened

I shouldn't have to explain why calling people slurs is bad. The band would fucking hate this kind of behavior if they saw this. MCR fan spaces have no fucking room for this shit.

There is a difference between frank calling himself a lesbian as a joke and calling someone a fucking slur.

As an example, even if Frank called himself a faggot, it doesn't give you the right or permission to call him that.

Who taught you to speak like this, your homophobic mother? (and since you're brain dead, yes I really do think you have some fucking internalized homophobia if you are going around calling others fucking slurs.) This isn't kindergarten, but with how you act maybe you should go back and learn some manners.

[your-bigender-big-brother]

question for the bigender experience submission: how ok are you with our answers including reclaimed slurs ? there are two that are one of the best ways to describe my gender, but i can and Have worked around this when its not the space to do so

Reclaimed slurs are just fine if it's okay that I type them out! If someone is both a fag and d*ke, I'm okay with adding that to the zine (I think gay men like me can say the D-slur actually, based on historical queer accounts??)

But yeah, it's all good! - 💙💚

[radishleaf]

saw that one person's awesome art of their sona wearing a shirt that says "dysfunctional faggot" on it, and now i wanna get art of mine wearing one that says " dysfunctional dyke" lmaoo

[jorrated]

it was the first thing that came to mind...

[tiredistic]

would it be totally crazy to request janis being a brat and regina getting mad so she gets spanked for it….

"Lesson"

pairing: Regina x Janis

content warning(s): Smut, d slur, mentions of substance, description of bruising,

summary: Janis being a brat and Regina Dealing with her.

a/n: It wouldn't be crazy in the slightest, I actually enjoyed writing this. and uhm warning its a tad long. There's some Oc work in there for the sake of the plot. Hope you enjoy!

It was late on a Saturday night, the night was hot and the party made it hotter. Bodies rubbing together as the loud music bumped through the frat house. Cups swinging as people drunk and high mindlessly danced around.

Janis was only here because Regina was here, but Regina wasn't anywhere to be seen, she attempted to look for her with no success.

So she stayed in the corner, watching her cup closely.

After a few minutes, Janis took a turn to observe the crowd. A mix of people dancing, yelling, drinking, doing drugs, it was all very meh.

Then Janis spotted the blonde, she was all the way across the room. She was talking awfully close to that one chick, Hayden Brenner.

Hayden was totally a cool girl, she played sports and her hair was always perfect. She was so smart and pretty.. but that wasn't the point.

Regina was getting all close, obviously showing interest, nodding along to everything Hayden said. It was infuriating, the way Regina was touching her shoulder, letting her hand linger before moving it.

Janis kept her eyes on them, not even blinking as the bright party lights shone brightly.

It didn't take too long before Regina noticed Janis staring at her through the crowd.

Janis was hoping she'd come to her senses and stop the foolishness, but she smirked at her continuing her conversation.

That really got to her.

Janis threw her drink down, rushing to the bathroom to calm herself. She locked herself in the small room, staring at herself in the mirror, running her hands under the cold water.

Fuck Hayden, if Regina was going to play it this way, so was she.

Janis found herself on the dance floor, perfectly in Regina's range of view.

It didn't take for her to start feeling the music, she danced very lively, swinging her hips, her ass swaying seductively which attracted those nasty frat boys perfectly.

The frat boys weren't going to make Regina jealous, she needed to up her game, and she knew just who to do it with.

Under the disco ball, there danced Ricky Williams. Her poofy brown hair coming from her hat, her bright teeth shining off of the lights, and her head bumping to the music.

She was perfect, Regina disliked Ricky anyway.

Janis sauntered over to her, and instantly the two started dancing together.

"Janis fucking Imi'ike, long time no see." She laughed, looking the girl up and down. "It's been so long since you've been at my party."

"It's been so long since you hosted one." Janis countered, she made sure to look extra flirty smiling extra bright, getting extra close.

They chatted for a bit longer, catching up, enjoying their time.

Janis was having so much fun, that she forgot all about her plan- the plan that was working fantastically.

Regina was pissed off. Her playful attitude towards Hayden turned into cold jabs at her. She stared daggers at Janis, dancing with that dyke Ricky.

She hated Ricky. Which sounds weird being that she was at Ricky's party. Regina being Regina, she was only here for her own benefit.

Regina's eyes followed Janis, watching her as she grinded on Ricky, as they danced in sync, the bass bumping encouraging them further.

It made Regina's blood boil, her face all red. She squeezed her cup so hard that her drink spilled over.

"Uh oh," Hayden laughed, "look at that random freak dancing on Ricky Brenner." She mocked, noticing why Regina was upset.

"That's not a random freak, that's my freak!" Regina sneered, "Hayden, I'm going to fuck you up if you don't stop laughing."

"Crazy how you can't even keep a social failure to yourself."

Regina gave Hayden the finger before pushing through the crowd making her way towards Janis.

Ricky noticed Regina coming, and she raised her hands in surrender, backing off of Janis.

"Hey Regina, glad you could join us." Ricky laughed as they stood eye to eye.

"Shut up Ricky."

"Hey Baby! What's up?" Janis played dumb, she had to bite back a laugh looking at steam practically come from Regina's ears.

"Don't fucking babe me." Regina grabbed Janis's wrist, pulling her away from everyone (Mostly to get away from Ricky) and upstairs to a private bedroom.

"Just what the fuck was that!?" Regina yelled, tossing Janis into a room locking the door behind them.

"No need to be dramatic Regina" Janis coughed, stumbling back into the room.

The bedroom was small, a twin bed pushed towards the wall. The rug was soft, and the windows were cracked open.

"Dramatic? You were dancing on that son of a bitch Brenner!"

"Well maybe if you weren't sweet talking Hayden all night you could have had me to yourself.." Janis mumbled, looking at the blonde.

"Oh my gosh. That's what this is about?" She ran her hands through her hair, "You got some fucking nerve, I was merely being polite to Hayden, while you were whoring all over Ricky!"

"Oh so now we're jealous? Maybe if you were paying more attention to your own girlfriend we wouldn't be standing here."

"Don't put this on me."

"Or what?"

"You think I'm not going to punish you for that?" Regina sat on the bed, her eyes not leaving Janis once.

"I was hoping you would.."

"Come. lay down." Regina commanded, her attitude still cold.

Janis followed Regina to the bed laying on top of the girl. Regina then pulled Janis's pants down just enough for her ass to being full view.

Without any warning, her hand came down on it like a lightning bolt, it was fast and hard. And holy shit did it hurt.

Janis moaned at contact, her skin turning bright red, marking exactly where Regina's hand hit.

"Little slut. You like this huh?" Regina spanked Janis again, her hand staying on her ass a little longer than before. She liked how the girl whined and moaned under her simple touch.

Then again and again, each hit harder than the last. Janis's ass reddened, the skin getting hot under Regina's touch. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.

Her mouth pleaded for mercy, while she pushed her ass back, silently begging for more.

"Such a little whore. You'd do this for Ricky?"

"No, just for you Regina.."

"You say that, then I remember that look you gave me when you danced with her." Regina scoffed, slapping Janis once again.

"Please Regina.. I only did it for you."

"I find that hard to believe."

Regina's hand came down again, earning a yelp from the girl.

Regina felt herself get aroused at the sight, Janis whining and moaning in her lap, held at her mercy.

"Please Regina, i'll never do it again." She begged, she looked up at Regina but she was met with a devilish smile on her face.

"I think you deserve a few more, don't you think so- oh wait it doesn't matter what you think." Regina laughed, as she smacked her ass again and again.

"please- it hurts." Janis's body started to tremble, her hands reached down to stop Regina's hand,but Regina grabbed it, holding it still at her back.

"Keep them there." Regina asserted, as her hand came down again, noticing how Janis kept getting wetter and wetter she decided a few more before stopping.

"Please Regina- i'll be good I promise just stop." Janis cried out.

Regina paused, she smiled leaning down to whisper in Janis's ear.

"Come."

"Fuckkkk!" Janis let out a long loud moan, her body shaking as she came. Her tears spilling as her mind dazed.

"Good girl."

Regina carefully pulled Janis's panties up followed by her pants, watching to make sure the bruise wasn't rubbed the wrong way.

She picked the girl up, a whine leaving the girl. Regina admired her work all over Janis's face, the blush all the way to the tears.

"Lets go back to my house, I can fix you up there alright?" Regina smiled, Janis nodded.

Regina made her way out the back, where her car was. She laid Janis down on her side, in the back so it wasn't so un-comfy.

When they got to Regina's house, Janis was already knocked out. Regina got them into the house and to her room, she cleaned Janis up and changed her clothes using some extra Janis had from her closet. An hour later they went to bed, tired from their busy night.

[haunted-thing]

[Image IDs: Two flags. The left one has seven equal stripes. The colors from top to bottom are bright magenta, light magenta, light pink, pastel pink, light purple, dark purple, and dark indigo. There is a column in the middle that, instead of the regular colors, has a gradient from black to white. It has two crossed magenta axes in the center. The left flag is black with three diagonal stripes going from the bottom left to top right and a white downwards-facing axe on the right side. The colors from top left to bottom right are bright magenta, dark purple, and pastel pink. End IDs.]

homoflexible dyke !

being homoflexible & a dyke!

requested by no one!

tags: @mogai-sunflowers & @accessmogai

[cat-doggy]

I don't understand why animesexual gets a lot of hate/gen

I mean, I'm aware it was made to mock the lgbtq+ community originally, but... we've reclaimed things before? Like rabies pride, nor/mal pronouns, dyke, fag(got), etc... so why not animesexual?

I especially don't get because fictosexual/romantic exists, and we're cool with that (not hating, I'm literally ficto myself)

I ESPECIALLY especially don't get it when animesexual gets compared with genuinely harmful flags like MAP pride (aka pedophiles), zoosexual, rapesexual, dreamsexual (the youtuber one), etc... I don't think I have to explain why they're harmful, it's quite obvious from the names alone

Sorry, I just wanted to rant a little lol

(currently using it/its)

[pluralquotebook]

i'm gonna. submit the quotes some of us have in simplyplural descriptions. context already removed!

"died in a category 5 brought a sword to a gun fight incident" - 👤, about 🥷

"i wouldn't saw off my feet over him" - 👤, about 🧥

"worlds most mentally sane lesbian" - 🔪, about Silver

"token unproblematic guy of [fictional group in which everyone was severely problematic]" - 🥷, about 👤

"weird dyke who chews on plastic" - 🔪, about 🥕

🐝💝

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[schrijverr]

Interview with Eddie Munson about Recent Resurgence of Corroded Coffin and Appearance in A Collection of Queer Photography

Title speaks for itself. Interview with Eddie after the book is released, which caused a new interest in Corroded Coffin.

On AO3.

Ship: Steddie

Warnings: mentions of the AIDS crisis, mentions of homophobia, mentions of police violence, mentions of stopping with smoking, self identifying use of d-slur and f-slur

~~~~~~~~~

Today I go over to the house of Corroded Coffin front man Eddie Munson to talk to him about the renewed popularity of the band after Jonathan Byers published his work from 1986-1994. The book of photography is about growing up queer and the found family that Eddie also was a part of, giving insight into the private life of the group.

When I get to the address, I am greeted with the sight of a big house resting on a plot of land with a driveway that splits into two. Around the house is not a neat lawn like many other houses in the neighborhood have, instead it is full of wild flowers and grasses, a few trees and what looks to be a vegetable garden in the back. I have to check I have the right front door, before ringing the bell.

Soon Eddie Munson himself is opening the door and greeting me warmly and leading me to the living room I recognize from the end of the book.

Dressed in black sweatpants and a fraying Dio shirt, hair in a bun, he looks comfortable and a bit like a king in his castle as he sits down on one of the couches, gesturing me to take the other one. Though, not before giving me something to drink.

It’s afternoon, since he wanted the kids that he and his husband, Steve, are fostering to be out of the house, so they wouldn’t come under scrutiny. The two women he shares the house with, Robin and Rose, are of to work. It’s peaceful, but not quiet, metal music playing softly in the background.

I jump right in, asking him if he saw the recent success of the band coming. He laughs and shakes his head:

“No, man, not at all. We were all just hyped for Jon’s and Nance’s project to be taking off, you know. We knew some Corroded stuff was in there and that a few fans were excited about it, but we’re an old band, past our prime. And then that tweet about me on the phone to Stevie went viral and suddenly our numbers were going up and we were getting tagged in stuff. Some people made art, it’s really cool to see.”

He looks genuinely excited as he talks, loose grin on his face. I ask whether the fan interactions are different now than in the 90s.

“Totally, but not bad different. It’s a lot more connected today with social media and everything, which is really cool, since you get to know what people are thinking outside from a quick meet and greet or random encounter. Don’t get me wrong, I loved meeting fans back then, but this has its charm and we all get to hear from old fans now who didn’t have the money or ability to come see us back then. That’s definitely a bonus.”

Curious I ask: Have you noticed a difference between new fans and older fans?

“There is always generational differences. Trust me, I’m very glad that people have changed so much in how they think, but sometimes you’ll hear a kid say something and you’ve gotta turn your head in surprise, because it was unthinkable back then. But there are a lot of good kids out there. Mostly the difference is knowing lore. It’s hard to get to know things about a band that was big back then when you weren’t a part of it, but a lot of older fans are talking about it. It’s great to see that we built such a nice community out here.”

I tell him that a lot of people are wondering if the band is planning on releasing anything new now that they’re back in the spotlight, but Eddie shakes his head to that.

“No, no, sorry. I know people want us to, but we’re done. I still write music, even produce here and there. Jeff has his own record label and the other two are enjoying retirement. We get together to play for fun, but none of us want to do the tours and the press and the whole circus again. That shit is fun when you’re twenty something. We’re old now and I already missed enough time with my baby, I don’t have time for it, I don’t want to be away from home. Plus, we always got kids coming in and out, I’m gonna be there for them, because they need me more. It’s really sweet that people are enjoying our work, but done is done.”

He doesn’t want to comment on the kids, beyond that they’re great, since they haven’t ask to be anywhere close to public scrutiny by being in foster care. He says it sucks enough on its own and that he knows, he’s been in it.

So, I let the topic be and instead ask about Steve, who he mentioned. At the name, he lights up in a way that reminds me of romance novels.

“Steve is the best, he truly is. When we were big in the 90s, we had to hide, so I never could dedicate songs to him, tell the world how much I love him and say what songs are about him. It’s nice that I get to do that now and that people are noticing him with the book that came out. The most important person in my life.

Like, people underestimate how fundamental Steve has been in the success of Corroded Coffin. It wasn’t easy to do senior year for the fourth time, I nearly dropped out a thousand times, but Stevie kept me in school, which meant I got to have an okay job when we moved to Boston, so we could even live there as Robs studied, you know. And he kept working as Corroded Coffin tried to make it, he literally made sure I could follow my dreams and I have never been more thankful to him for that.

He was also our biggest fan all throughout. At the start he’d help us make merch and sell it when we played bars, but as we got bigger he couldn't come to our shows often anymore. He’s had a lot of knocks to the head, so too many loud noises are a no. I nearly gave the whole thing up a few times when we were on tour for months and I couldn't see him, but he always knew what to say to make me feel better and keep going.

Stevie has been my rock. He has done so much for him and I will spend the rest of my life trying to make him as happy as possible, because I can’t imagine doing anything else.”

The passionate rant is filled with love and it’s a little painful to cut him off, but we have limited time, so I move on to the book that launched him and the rest of the band back into the public eye. It is a view into his private life as well and I ask if that has caused any issues.

“I mean, you’re always going to have a few people who try to make it weird or think they know you now and have a say over you, but that is with everything, not just this book. Overall, it has been mostly positive, you know. I got to talk about things without having to make it a weird public announcement thing. It’s not like I want to give a press conference about the pride of back then and Nance does a way better job of talking about it and I feel like Jon’s photographs say a lot more than me talking about it.”

The photographs are very powerful at points, I have to agree, but I am still curious about what he thinks of the book and his life on display in a way it hasn’t been before. So, I ask if he has a favorite part. He laughs at that, a little sheepishly and jokes:

“That’s like forcing a parent to chose a kid, I think. They’ve done a great job in showing us in everything we did.”

Then he gets a little more serious as he says:

“I do appreciate them putting in my uncle Wayne. Nancy asked everyone what parts we wanted in the book and what parts we didn’t, I told her I’d love it if Wayne got a shout out and she did more than that. She worked with me to make those two pages, to make sure he was there properly.

Uncle Wayne did as much for me as Stevie did, you know. He was my rock and I wanted him to be remembered right. He never was a man of many words or anything, but he was always there. He took care of me and Steve when we got kicked out and he worked hard to put me through school and he made sure I felt normal. That it was okay to be a gay kid in Indiana and that I wasn’t going to die before reaching twenty-five. It might seem insane to think now, but that was just the way it was back then. If you were queer, you weren’t getting old. But Wayne did.”

He wipes away moisture in his eyes and I pretend not to see it. A grin is back on his face in no time and he lightens the mood by saying:

“Though I think I’m required to say my wedding is my favorite part. I love the real wedding we did in 2015, but that first fake one was special. It wasn’t big or anything, but everyone we cared about was there and it made us feel connected, like it was truly permanent. Like we could have that in a time where it seemed the world would rather see us gone. It felt like a powerful fuck you and I’ve always loved that.”

I smile at that, a powerful fuck you seems to be very fitting for the man in front of me. Even in casual clothes, he looks like he could fight you and win, yet also comfort you when you need it.

This has given me the opportunity to ask about one of the wedding photos that has intrigued me ever since reading the book. It is called “I Knew They Would Get Along” and is of the couple with Dustin, one of their friends, now professor at Stanford.

“Oh yeah, that’s a funny story,” Eddie tells me with delight. “Me and Stevie ran in very different circles back in school. Despite sharing a senior year, we never really talked until after. He babysat Dustin and the other twerps, I ran the DnD club they all joined when they got there. Dustin pestered us for months to just try and see if we would get along. We both refused. It wasn’t until spring break ‘86 that we actually talked and it was sparks from the start.”

Seeing how he talks about his husband it is almost impossible to imagine him being anything other than 100% infatuated, but he looks to be truthful.

With the mention of that spring break, I can’t help but ask after the allegations that he was proven to be innocent of and the injuries he sustained during it in the earthquake that hit the town after. He has been private about it in the past, so I know I’m pushing my luck.

Indeed he closes off and just says he doesn’t want to talk about it and his tone indicates that he means it and I will be cut short if I ask further. So, instead I ask about other parts of the book, namely Corroded Coffin’s start in Boston.

“Boston was great. It wasn’t Detroit, Cleveland or LA, but it was better than the small bar we used to play at in front of the local drunks that’s for sure. We already knew we were going to Boston in the 80s, most of the guys studied there for a bit, before dropping out. I knew Robs was hoping to get into a program there and where Robbie goes, Steve goes and where Steve goes, I go. If we wanted Corroded Coffin to continue, we’d go with them to whatever big city they ended up in.”

The book also showed to the close friendship between Eddie’s husband, Steve, and Robin Munson, a linguist. Even now, the rockstar shares a house with Steve’s practical other half and her wife, Rose. I ask him if that was ever hard or cause friction between them.

“No are you kidding?” Eddie practically laughs in my face, not out of malice, but out of disbelief. “I already knew the two were a package deal when I started dating Steve. Besides, Robin is a blast too. She’s fucking hilarious and has great taste in music. In fact, it has always been comforting to know I wasn’t leaving Stevie by himself when I was out touring. I mean, I was best man at their wedding, it was never a thing between us.”

I ask if it isn’t weird to not have the house alone, but share it with another couple.

“Nah, man. Like I said, I love Robs and Rose is amazing too. The two are family. I would let everyone of my family live with me as long as they want. They’re my people and I love having them around. It’s nice to have more people in the house, I wouldn’t know what to do if it was quiet and empty all the time. We often host DnD one shots or movie nights here, it’s great.”

The game is mentioned quite a bit in the book and is well known now, but they never spoke about playing it in their heyday and I ask whether they’ve gotten reactions to it with their new popularity.

“Yeah, it’s nice. A lot of people are excited that we seem to play, it’s cool to see how much more popular it has become and how many people find the same excitement in it as we do. Playing DnD was different back then. When we started it was in the height of the Satanic Panic and we were branded as freaks for it, so I guess that stuck with us. We didn’t want to loose cool points and reveal we played games on the tour bus, though our manager did tell a few people about it. I think Gar convinced a few paps we were obsessed with Ludo for a little bit. That was hilarious.”

At that I ask if there was a lot they had to hide that they don’t now. There is of course Eddie’s sexuality and that of Gareth, which Eddie comments on:

“Hiding is part of being a celebrity, if you don’t want people judging your every move or shunning you for inane shit then you have to keep some shit to yourself. It can also make you go off the rails to have nothing to yourself, but never talking about our sexuality was hard, you know.

For me it was something I wanted to share. I wanted to tell the world about my baby and how happy he made me, but I never could. I couldn’t tell them I didn’t sleep with that model and no, Robin wasn’t my secret wife. Or that I didn’t like the way girls would flirt with me, because I was happily taken and that I didn’t know what to do with the bras people threw at me or the panties they made me sign or how they’d offer themselves up for a one night stand.

Management would’ve killed me if I breathed a word of that and it was constricting at points. It’s what I hated the most about being famous, always having to be careful about being watched when I was with Steve outside. I already didn’t have every day with him and I couldn't even cling to him 24/7 without being scared.

I think it’s really cool how we have openly queer celebrities now. I know it seems silly to younger audiences, but that wasn’t a thing. Not really. I only came out in 2001 and it didn’t go over well with many, many people. The closest thing I got is all the songs I wrote about Steve that were either subtle or had switched pronouns.”

In response to that, I ask him if he has anything to say about what it was like being queer when he was young. The book shows a great deal, but I am curious what Eddie himself has to say about the experience.

“As a kid it was mostly scary. Like I said, Satanic Panic was happening, not to mention AIDS. It was terrifying. I count my blessings every day that I didn’t have to loose anyone close to me to it, but it was just horrible how the scene seemingly got smaller and smaller as more people dropped like flies. It just made me so frustrated and angry that the government wasn’t doing anything. A lot of people were mad.

I really love the photos Jon took back then. He has this way of capturing moments, people as they drop pretenses or show who they are. He has an eye for it and that makes his photography so powerful or intimate. They show that those prides were protests. We had to be proud of who we were and stand together, because it would all go to shit otherwise.

Community is so important. I have always found great solace in being surrounded by others like me. I think that you can see it in all my show clothes how much of my inspiration came from the leather scene I’m a part of. A lot of metal style has roots in the leather scene. People often don’t realize because it turned homophobic later on, but metal has always been very queer.”

This seems like the best moment to bring up the arrest photos. The book gives a little context about it, but I ask Eddie what happened anyway.

“Robs was being totally metal and part of the tits out dyke crew, they were the best, but definitely a risk. When she was at risk Steve decided to be a diversion to make sure she could get out. He figured her scholarship and future were more important than his job right now.

Nancy saw Steve getting arrested first and went to argue with the police, but they weren’t listening to her. Sexist pigs honestly. I threw my argument in as well, but I was just another crazy fag in leather with long hair that they didn’t like the look off. And I never go without a fight, I stopped running in 1986 and I haven’t looked back. In this country that means getting a few punches to the face, Nancy joined the fight, got hit too and arrested. At this point, I consider us lucky to have come out of that encounter alive.”

The story is humbling to me and I sit in silence for a second. Eddie seems to notice that I don’t know where to go from here, so he just grins:

“Don’t worry. Just don’t talk to cops and demand a lawyer, cooperate enough to be safe and memorize the phone number of someone you trust and don’t bring your own cell with you. I’m not likely to get arrested again and for it to go bad. Times have changed, different groups are now a target than me. I guess that makes me lucky, but it just all sucks. Tell your readers to keep voting and keep being vocal.”

I promise him I’ll put it in there and then stiltedly change the topic to ask about the addiction he kicked. Corroded Coffin spoke about it at the time that they were trying to quit smoking, but never went beyond that. The book shows a little bit more.

“Quitting is fucking hard. I haven’t smoked a cigarette in twenty-three years and I still sometimes think about it. But I don’t regret stopping for a second. My lungs will never be the same, but I saw uncle Wayne die a slow death to lung cancer, I don’t ever want to put my family through seeing me like that.

Like, if anyone out there smokes or vapes, cut that shit out. It’s not worth it, I promise. In the long run, it’s not going to make you happy and it can only be bad for you. Trust me, you don’t want to go through that. Find people who support your quitting and buckle in for months of hell.”

He looks very intense, but quickly shifts back into a charismatic face when he is done with his spiel. It’s wild how easily he moves between faces, while being totally genuine. Eddie Munson is a fluid and fascinating entity and I understand how he captured the interest of many when he first rose to stardom.

There is only enough time for one last question, so I ask him what is in the future for him right now. It gets me a big smile as Eddie answers:

“Right now, I’m going to wave you goodbye in a few minutes, then wake Stevie up from his nap. We’ve been re-reading the Lord of the Rings together, so we’ll cozy up on the couch. Then, before the kids get here, we’ll make them some snacks, listen to how their days have been. If needed I’ll try to help them with homework, even though I’m useless at it. Robs and Rose will be home soon after, we’ll make dinner together, I’m sure Robin will complain about her coworker again and then tonight I am going to call the little shits. It’s Tuesdays, we always try to call on Tuesday.

I’m living a slow domestic life, man, and I am content. In my future are hopefully many more slow days.”

I thank him for his time and shake his hand. He gets up and shakes mine, thanking me in turn for not minding to come out here and tells me I was a pleasure to have over. Then he does as promised and waves me goodbye.

As I walk over the driveway, I mull over the conversation we’ve just had. Eddie Munson is not what I expected him to be like, but in a good way. I am very curious to see where his newfound visibility in the public eye will lead. Something tells me, we haven’t seen the last of this rockstar, even in his newfound domesticity.

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A/N:

This whole work is finding a balance between Eddie being a supportive friend and trying not to sound too egotistical/arrogant about my own work lmao (and like shoving my own opinions down everyone’s throat, sorry xp)

[sunnyh8smsi]

Supporting a racist isn't as progressive as you think.

⚠⚠⚠⚠BIG BIG BIG DISCLAIMER

DO NOT HARARSS THE USER MENTIONED.

IF YOU HARASS THE ACCOUNT MENTIONED I WILL NOT HESITATE TO PUBLICALLY SHAME YOU. THAT ISN'T A JOKE, THERE IS NO ROOM FOR MORE FUCKING BULLYING ON THIS SITE. THIS POST IS NOT HATEFUL BUT A CALLOUT AND CRITQUE OF A POPULAR USER.

So I decided I wanted to start my tumblr presence with a bang. Or at least in the fact that IK at least someone will get big mad over this, but I simply don't care. Here's some background before this post continues about the subjects of this post:

A popular blog on here that has gotten on my nerves a few times with how blatantly performative she is, girlgerard, who I will refer to as GG.(she/him) (hello from your search mentions, I don't come in peace)

And the subject she talks about, Lyn-z Way, bass 'player' of the racist band MSI, and wife of girlgerard's fave, Gerard Way. (Lynz-she/her, Gerard- he/they) So with that background, you might be asking, 'yo! how do these people connect at all?' That is very valid to ask. Girlgerard is a person who stans Gerard way so much that if he were criticism or critique. Therefore as someone who stans G Way he stands Lyn-z, and even defended Lyn-z. (Plus made a weird comment about their relationship) First as a brief mention about Lyn-z, it is public knowledge in the MCR space, that she is apart of the Band MSI, who's lead singer says the N-word in multiple songs, and is an alleged pedophile. Lyn-z has also race faked very publicly, on twitter. So with that being said, you can tell why people dislike Lyn-z, she's pretty much an all around POS.

Instead of recognizing his fave's wife is a bad person, while still liking Gerard, GG has weaponized Lyn-z's queerness and womanhood to excuse, or at the very least diminish, Lyn-z's racism. Saying that people attack her because they're misoginistic, and listing reasons in this photo below (alt text in image description)

Yes, I know that is a lot to cover, but I will break it down, and why I disagree with her, in simple chunks.

1. From what I've seen and experienced on twitter, most people do not like her because she is racist/race faked. I remember once instance where someone made a very uncouth joke about harming Lyn-z, which was also very sexist, and people that called out her before went after, reported and called them out immediately. 2. A nit pick, GG did not have to mention he was Indian in the first post for the anons sending vile messages to her part to have an impact.

3. No one gives a shit that you want Gerard to be happy. People do give a shit that you have defended a literal racist. And yk, maybe the mentioning of ethnicity plays an unintended ironic role. It makes no sense you defend her.

4. Being weirdly sexual. I get it you were being sarcastic about the pegging line, but there is a trend about these oddly sexual jokes that I will bring up later in the post.

5. Lyn-z has said mentioned was a fan of a transphobic, antisemitic, and racist drag queen, Sharon Needles, a few times, it is valid for people to call her a transphobe, or a terf, with how white girl feminist she is, because of that. A specific instance of her supporting this drag queen was a photo she posted on twitter in 2012.

6.A queer person can be homophobic. Queer people might have a lot of internalized homophobia, or even might be homophobic themselves. We see this a lot in the queer community, as an example, with how bisexuals are treated, and queer people who have been brainwashed by homophobic rhetoric. Do I think Lyn-z is homophobic? Most probably she is not. She toured with a queer man for years and has claimed to be bisexual herself, but I do see how someone can see her as homophobic without that context. If you as a brown person think you should not be defending her, don't defend her. Racism halts any exception.

7.It doesn't matter that people do not know Lyn-z, if she has affected them negatively. Lyn-z has done a lot for people to dislike her, defended a pedo, supported racist and antisemitic bands and people, be a performative feminist, a performative anti-racist, race fake, and more. It is not misogynistic to dislike her for those reasons, even if they don't know her. I promise none of that correlates to her womanhood, except for her using her white woman tears to defend herself on twitter.

8.There is nothing vitriol about valid critique and distain of her behavior. 9.There was and is genuine discussion and intent for discussion about racial dynamics, assuming you didn't just put that phrase in there to sound smart. People call her out because of how she uses her whiteness, and even womanhood, to appropriate other cultures and defend her racism in MSI. (By the womanhood example I mean her saying things on twitter, I'm paraphrasing with this, like 'what would I do if my daughter google searches her mother and sees all these horrible things about her', which she was referring to call outs about Jimmy and MSI, not misogyny.)

It seems GG views Lyn-z not as a person to be judged on her own merits, but to be judged on his bias of Gerard. She brings joy to Gerard, so she can't be critiqued, because Gerard can't be critiqued. Some strong cognitive dissonance is going on here. Although she has mentioned she isn't the biggest fan of Lyn-z, he fangirls over photos, and defends her Lyn-z because Gerard is in the equation.

Not only fangirling, but defending. Again only because he views her as an asset to Gerard.

There is a lot of things wrong with this post. A lot. Once again I will break it down into manageable chunks. 1.First of all, what's with this 'kys anons' thing? Seems hypocritical...

2.Gerard is GNC, but has never mentioned being trans. It seems from a lot of GG's posts that she uses a lot of gender essentialism to support the fact that he views Gerard as a trans-femme. Using the fact Gerard wore skirts to call him a Girl in various ways, just feels demeaning to Gerard's explicit statements that he does not want to be assumed about. Gerard might not fit gender norms, but that doesn't mean he identifies with the trans label.

GNC ≠ Trans

3.The use of dyke. Calling a couple dykes just because you think they are a lesbian couple is extremely homophobic. Calling someone a slur in general is extremely hateful, and this is situation seems like fetishization of trans lesbians. I had mentioned before that I feel some of GG's posts feel sexual in an off kilter way, this is one of them. Referring to the couple as just terms like femme4femme without the couple being lesbian in any remote way feels like she's searching up a porn category.

I know GG backtracked on some posts, idk if this one in general, saying it's all just a joke, but calling someone a slur and misgendering them is simply not funny. (plus GG to this day refers to Gerard, (and sometimes Ray) as a woman, uses she/her, calls her girl, etc. The 'its just a joke' statement was just to save his ass from people getting mad she misgendered and sexualized them. It's never just a joke.)

So why write all this?

Girlgerard has made a few posts recently focused on helping out poc, but only using the most basic ways of helping people out, in the short term. And barely addressing the actual racism that change our racist system that keeps poc in poverty. Instead of promoting things that will cause long term change on top of the short term.

It's very hypocritical that he want's to help other poc out but supports a racist, and has called other minorities, that suffer from this system, slurs.

In conclusion, girlgerard's support of Lyn-z shows how he actively will excuse Racist, Homophobic, and antisemitic people if her fave loves that person.

ONCE AGAIN THIS ISN'T AN INVITATION TO HARASS GIRLGERARD⚠⚠⚠

[mobileleprechaun]

June is almost over, but queers aren’t going anywhere. No matter how hard you rail against us, censor us, push for our genocide, we’ll be around. Millions of our forebears have died, and yet their children are born every day and take up their torch.

We were here before you were born, we’ll be here when you die – sucking, fucking, crossdressing, wearing leather, fursuiting, transforming our bodies, kissing, loving, living our own way.

You can try to exterminate us all, pile our bodies to the sky, look us in the eyes and tell us we don’t deserve life. But it won’t matter.

As long as humanity persists, there will be faggots, dykes, men with tits, women with cocks, androgynes, queers. What we are cannot be killed.

Pride is forever.

[moodyskeletonart]

Because thats a normal way to respond to someone having boundaries

Also, before he blocked me he said "no wonder people like you kill themselves"

Because I made it clear that I do not want to interact with someone twice my age

And like, oh he wants to pound the shit out of me but then SUDDENLY I'm an ugly ass bitch whos terrible and will be miserable my whole life

All because

I didn't want to hookup with a guy who is 24 years older than me

Normal human behavior, definitely