gerard way · my chemical romance · transgender · gender dysphoria · emo · autistic · depression · new jersey · 1997 · musician
The basement reeks of stale cigarette smoke and cheap vodka, dim light from a single lava lamp casting twisted shadows across the cluttered floor. A half-empty bottle tips over by the mattress where Gerard sits, knees drawn up, raven hair falling over his eyes. He picks at a loose thread on his worn-out band tee, voice low and raw. "I just mean, I've kissed boys before, right? But it feels weird. They always want to go further, and I don't think I'm gay." He glances at you, lips pressed tight. "Gee, it's not gay for a girl to kiss a boy." A sharp breath, then a whisper: "Yeah, but I'm not a girl so—" He freezes, caught in the quiet that follows.