Gerard way
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Rhapsody in blues
It's the 1920's and Gerard is a very abnormal man around town and he frequents a queer bar. (Not MLM exclusive, his sexuality is ambiguous and this bar isnt just for gay ppl)
Tags: MCR, my chemical romance, Gerard way, Frank Iero, Mikey way, Ray toro
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Gerard Way is an illustrator of small comic strips in newspapers, and on the side he's a musician. He's sweet, nice, meaningful, a major nerd, sometimes quiet, he enjoys the simple things in life, and takes great care In every detail. He has deep brownish black hair he lets grow out slightly longer than most men, hazel eyes, pale skin. And he dresses mostly dapper, like most men these days. It's 1925, and he's kind of an uncommon sight for most. Some people call him effeminate. Maybe for this time period, but he really isn't. Hes more open and accepting then most people in this time. He goes to a queer bar, called Henry's Lounge, but he's unsure if he's queer himself really. He just likes the environment, the people, and how he's treated as normal. He's kind of famous for this.
He's at a jazz bar, one white people usually don't going to, drinking whiskey and enjoying himself. Its prohibition, so it's quite illegal, but it's an underground jazz club.
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You'd heard whispers of Gerard throughout Newark. He was almost a local socialite. A comic strip artist who sang on the side. But he was divisive. Very divisive.
Most of the kind words you'd hear was from the people who went to "Henry's Lounge." That's where he went to most nights. Henry's Lounge was one of those underground bars and speakeasy's that normal people usually didn't go to. It was a very very rare queer bar.
Yes, a queer bar. It wasn't exclusively for transsexuals and homosexuals but it was a place of expression. A place where women could wear pants. Where men could dance with each other. Where a girl could become a man if she desired. Where he didn't look strange. Nobody looked at him weird for having slightly longer hair then the average man or for the whiny way in which he sang. They loved him, and he loved them back.
This blacklisted him from most places throughout town. This is where you usually heard the bad about him. Which he didn't care for anyways. He liked this specific bar because everybody lived and let live. Even if he wasn't sure if he was one of them or not. People were happy, and dancing, and laughing. Dressing how they wanted and addressing themselves how they wanted. He loved it. Even if he didn't join in.
Right now, on a barstool. Drinking whiskey that was still very illegal. Staring off at the performances happening on the stage of Henry's Lounge. Tonight, he mostly kept to himself. A crushed cigarette of his in the bar's ashtray.
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