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It’s been less than two months and yet the mj fandom is now pledged with those spreading misinformation, lipstick alley rumors, ai photos, fabricated “proof” for the allegations, people objectifying him or genuinely dgaf about him as a person
No disrespect to the newcomers who aren’t weird and doing this stuff, but I can’t help but mourn the fandom’s pre-biopic era 💔
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A reoccurring issue in the MJFandom… (NSFW warning)
As we all know, Michael did not present himself within the normal confines of what is expected of masculinity, as he did embrace some aspects of femininity. His looks and demeanor were very androgynous, and he was comfortable in his sexuality. He didn’t feel like wearing makeup and being soft made him less than a man, but the public never gave him that grace. At age 18, the media already stirred up a story about Michael getting a sex change, and he had to clarify that he, in fact was not. For decades, he would get questioned about his sexuality, gender and would get called a sissy, a closeted gay man, or even a “danger” to young males by not fitting into the mold of what is expected from a Black man. Because he didn’t fit into their box of masculinity, they filled the gaps with their own prejudices and biases and attached those viewpoints onto him. In their eyes he wasn’t a man that just simply didn’t feel like conforming to gender expectations, but a man who secretly desired to become a woman. Michael Jackson never had the privilege of being seen as ‘just a man’ because the media and public viewed him as an enigma. A person who was ever-changing, so concealed, so different from everyone else they’ve ever been introduced to because he had the audacity to value his privacy and not conform to their beliefs of normalcy, all while being cherished across the globe. And because of that, they modified his image into something grotesque, never consistent but damaging nevertheless, as they stripped him of his humanity, which made it easy for them to manufacture lies and propaganda against him.
With all these in mind, we cannot simply treat Michael like any other celebrity and have the same fandom experience. What I want to touch on is something I see in fandom culture quite frequently, and it unfortunately is the ‘dehumanization’ of these celebrities or any real person. With fame, it is relatively easy to forget that the person behind the art is—a person. With idolatry and worship, many do see these people they cherish as a separate entity from them, protected and untouchable. However, throughout these past two decades, I’ve seen an odd phenomenon of people treating real-life people as fictional characters or OCs. I think this came into fruition with people heavily attaching actors to the characters they play, but I’ve noticed this bleed into fandoms where the individual they’re stanning is simply just a singer. While this behavior might seem harmless on the surface, I believe it actually contributes to further dehumanization. I had the unfortunate experience of being in fandom spaces at the ripe age of 9 and I got exposed to a multitude of things from brony nsfw, loli hentai, incest, deviant art, gore posing… I have truly seen it all. Likewise, I’m fully aware of how far people push their imaginative desires into fictional characters, and I do see some of these things happening to real people as well, and the MJ fandom is no exception.
Michael Jackson was a very attractive man, and there’s nothing wrong with desiring him; however, there has to be a boundary and a line. Simply writing about how sexy he is or thirst posting about him isn’t “bad” or “illegal,” but a problem does arise when this sexualization quickly turns into objectification. Things that breach this line would be looking at drawn NSFW of him (rule 34) or asking for drawn NSFW of mj, sexual AI-generated images of mj, creating NSFW fanfics of fetishes that include rape, incest, or pedophilia or asking for them, and sexually fantasizing about him having female reproductive organs/parts, and so on. I have had the misfortune of witnessing all of these things on more than one platform (yes, about mj), and that is why I really want to address the situation of the constant feminization of Michael Jackson in this fandom.
Circling back to the point earlier, Michael Jackson did embrace androgyny—key word: androgyny. Androgyny, by definition, is the state of being neither masculine nor feminine but rather a combination of *both*. While there’s nothing inherently wrong about acknowledging Michael’s soft/feminine traits, I do feel that many exaggerate it and fetishize it to the point where they completely disregard and erase any aspect of his masculinity and project him as being “womanly.” The issue with this is that during Michael Jackson’s lifetime, he repeatedly stated that he was uncomfortable with being viewed through this lens and clarified more than once that he is a man. Not a trans woman, non-binary person, nor a gay man, but a cisgender, heterosexual man who simply liked to blend the gender lines when it came to his outward appearance (despite the media labeling him as these things and heckling him for it). It’s one thing to be curious or not know about his gender or sexuality, but to continue to suggest or believe that he is these things while being informed that he’s not is problematic. It transforms a desire to support or relate to someone with a potential queer identity into morphing someone into something they’re not for your own desires. This behavior frequently happens on Tumblr, but with the influx of new fans after the biopic, more of it is appearing on Twitter and Reddit, along with the constant onslaught of sexual comments about impregnating, penetrating, and fingering Michael Jackson- along with doing these things with him having female genitalia…
Despite older fans trying to educate and inform new fans on why this behavior is unacceptable, the new fans have doubled down on their behavior and chalked it up to “prudishness” and “homophobia,” which is not the case at all. Many of these new fans who participate in doing these things argue that it’s just their way of expressing their lesbian desire towards mj or a crude joke at most, and they should have the freedom to do these things as other fandoms do similar things. Many older fans like myself disagree with this for a multitude of reasons. For one, not all fandoms operate in the same way, and most importantly, you should not treat your favorite celebrity the same way you do a fictional character. Going back to my point above, it contributes further to the dehumanization, as treating a real person like a fictional character removes consent and breaches boundaries. Secondly, I find the argument that being against this is homophobia really disingenuous and quite insulting. For one, the mj fandom has a multitude of people that are also queer (including lesbians) and are also not okay with this behavior. Sexuality is fluid, and while you might only be attracted to women for the time being, you can become attracted to men later down the line or vice versa. It’s one thing to see someone of the opposite gender as being attractive or understand why people are, but once you start sexually fantasizing or having the desire to date them, you are indeed attracted to the opposite gender. Once you *gain* attraction to a man, you are no longer lesbian but bisexual. The reason why many of us find the homophobia argument so disingenuous is because, if anything, we’re seeing a display of *biphobia*, many who are still clinging to their lesbian label to validate their queerness and excuse their fetishes- despite being sexually attracted to a man.
Labels have meaning, and claiming to be a lesbian when you’re attracted to men waters the lesbian label down and contributes to the incorrect narrative that lesbians are not real or just women who haven’t found that right man yet. I also find the excuse of claiming that their sexuality is the reason why it’s okay to feminize Michael Jackson in perverse ways disturbing and harmful. Regardless of your sexual orientation, not all kinks are acceptable—especially if they go into the field of racism, misogyny, or any form of dehumanization. Fantasizing about someone having the opposite genitalia can actually be clarified as being a paraphilia of gender bending or transgender individuals. I don’t think I need to explain why attaching queer labels to this is harmful but also opens the door for people to associate queerness with fetishizes that can potentially dehumanize people. It also glosses over the fact that it’s incredibly violating to do this to an individual. Imagine seeing someone post about you having the opposite genitals for sexual pleasure; wouldn’t you feel disturbed by this? So why on earth would you continue to do this, especially when the person in question would be very uncomfortable with this and is no longer here to speak their voice!??
Circling back to the point of the media heckling him for certain traits and attaching feminine labels to him, they also used this to push a certain narrative. The media often used this to push the idea that he was a “weirdo” or a closeted gay man, and when the allegations hit, that made it easier for them to orchestrate claims that Michael tried to seduce boys with his femininity or was a closeted predator (with the narrative that trans women/gay men go after children). With the knowledge of that, I most definitely wouldn’t feminize him, as not only was he uncomfortable with it, but it was used as a weapon to push a harmful agenda. Again, this is not about being against desire, homosexuality, or femininity in men, but instead a warning for wrongly attaching or projecting labels onto Michael Jackson and why you shouldn’t. I hope I presented my thoughts in an orderly fashion (I can be a bit of a messy ranter), and I hope that my points are comprehensible.
I also wanted to acknowledge that those that are straight are also guilty of doing this behavior (objectifying/feminizing him), and if you do, cut it out. No, we do not need to see you posting about his fluids taking up every crevasse of your body to the point where you would need to be fed through an IV because he deteriorated your gut microbiota… (please just be normal, my Lord).
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he’s just so cute, handsome, pretty, precious, sexy and beautiful all in one. amongst many other wonderful adjectives I could have used to describe him. I really just wanna hug him. like, so badly.
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The dressing room at smelled like hairspray, expensive cologne, and the faint heat of stage lights bleeding through the walls. Outside, the crowd screamed loud enough to shake the mirrors, but inside, everything felt strangely quiet.
Especially Michael.
You sat cross-legged on the velvet couch, watching him pace the room in glittering black slacks and a half-unbuttoned silk shirt. His curls were still damp from the shower he’d rushed through after rehearsal, little droplets catching at the slope of his neck. Every few seconds, he glanced into the mirror—and every single time, his expression dimmed.
You noticed it immediately.
“You’re doing it again,” you said softly.
He stopped pacing. “Doing what?”
“That thing where you stare at yourself like you’ve done something wrong.”
Michael looked away almost instantly. “I’m not.”
“You are.”
He gave you a small shrug, pretending to fuss with the cuffs of his shirt. “I just…” His voice trailed off. “I dunno.”
You stood and crossed the room slowly, careful with him the way one handled fragile glass. Fame had made people think he was untouchable, but you knew better. You knew the nervous habits hidden beneath the sequins and applause. The way he tugged his sleeves down when he got insecure. The way compliments made him blush so hard his ears turned pink.
Most of all, you knew he hated mirrors.
You reached him gently. “Talk to me.”
Michael sighed quietly, eyes fixed on the floor. “Joe used to say my nose was too big.” He laughed once, bitter and embarrassed. “Said my skin was bad. Said I looked weird.”
Your chest tightened.
Even now, years later, those words still lived inside him.
“Michael…”
“And people always compare me to my brothers,” he continued, voice smaller now. “Jackie’s the handsome one. Jermaine’s smooth. Tito’s cool.” He swallowed hard. “I just look… awkward.”
You stared at him for a long moment before lifting your hands to cup his face.
The second you did, his breath caught.
“Look at me.”
Reluctantly, his eyes met yours. Dark brown. Soft. Nervous.
Beautiful.
“You are the prettiest man I’ve ever seen,” you whispered.
Michael immediately ducked his head with a shy laugh. “Stop.”
“No.” You smiled. “I’m serious.”
His cheeks pinked instantly.
You brushed your thumbs beneath his eyes. “Those big eyes? Pretty. Those curls? Pretty. That smile?” You leaned closer. “Deadly.”
He groaned softly, embarrassed. “You always say stuff like that.”
“Because it’s true, angel face.”
The nickname hit him like it always did.
Michael physically froze.
Then the blush spread all the way down his neck.
“Oh my God,” he muttered, covering his face with one hand while laughing nervously. “Don’t call me that.”
“You love it.”
“I do not.”
“You do.”
His shoulders shook with bashful laughter, and finally—finally—the tension eased from his body.
There he was.
Your Michael.
You slipped your fingers through his, pulling his hand away from his face. “There you are.”
He looked at you carefully. Vulnerably.
“You really think I’m pretty?”
Your heart nearly broke.
You leaned up and kissed him before answering.
Slowly.
Tenderly.
Michael melted the second your lips touched his. He always did. One hand instinctively slid around your waist while the other trembled lightly against your cheek.
You kissed him again.
And again.
Until his shy little sighs filled the room.
When you pulled back, he looked dazed already.
“See?” you murmured against his mouth. “Pretty boys get kissed like this.”
Michael laughed breathlessly. “You’re crazy.”
“About you? Absolutely.”
That earned you another blush.
He turned his head slightly, trying to hide it, but you caught his chin and kissed the corner of his mouth. Then his jaw. Then beneath his ear.
Michael sucked in a sharp breath.
You felt his fingers tighten at your waist.
“Baby…” he whispered weakly.
“Hm?”
“You can’t do that before I go onstage.”
“Why not?”
“Because—” He broke off with a flustered sound as you kissed his neck again. “Because I’ll mess up.”
You grinned against his skin. “Michael Jackson? Mess up? Impossible.”
He buried his face in your shoulder with a groan. “Angel face was already bad enough. Now you’re teasing me.”
“You’re cute when you blush.”
“I’m not cute.”
“You’re adorable.”
He whined quietly, which only made you laugh harder.
Then suddenly he pulled back just enough to look at you properly.
And the softness in his eyes nearly destroyed you.
“No one’s ever talked to me like you do,” he admitted.
The playfulness faded from your expression.
You stroked his cheek gently. “They should’ve.”
Michael stared at you like he didn’t know what to do with kindness.
Then he kissed you first this time.
Harder.
Needier.
His mouth moved against yours with a desperation that made your knees weak instantly. Like he was trying to absorb every sweet thing you’d ever said to him before the world could take it away.
You kissed him back just as fiercely.
His hands slid to your hips, pulling you flush against him, and you felt the shiver that ran through his body when you sighed into his mouth.
“God,” he whispered between kisses. “You make me feel crazy.”
“Good crazy?”
“The worst kind.”
You laughed softly before kissing him again, slower this time. Michael hummed happily against your lips, completely gone now, completely soft for you.
You loved this version of him.
Not the superstar.
Not the icon.
Just Michael.
Shy, affectionate Michael who blushed every time you called him pretty.
Your fingers drifted through his curls, scratching lightly at his scalp, and he practically melted against you.
“There’s my angel face,” you teased quietly.
“Oh my God…”
His face turned crimson again.
You giggled while he hid against your neck. “You’re so easy.”
“You’re mean to me.”
“But you like it.”
A pause.
“…Maybe.”
You laughed loud enough that he started laughing too.
Then there was a knock at the dressing room door.
“Five minutes, Michael!”
His entire body jolted.
“Shoot.”
You smiled. “Nervous?”
“Always.”
You took his hands again. “You know what I see when you walk onstage?”
“What?”
“A man so beautiful people can’t look away.”
Michael stared at you.
Then blinked rapidly like he might actually get emotional.
“You’re really trying to ruin my makeup now,” he muttered.
You softened immediately, brushing your nose against his. “You deserve to hear nice things.”
His gaze dropped to your lips.
“So do you.”
Before you could answer, he kissed you again.
Deep and lingering.
The kind of kiss that felt less like lust and more like devotion.
Still, the heat between you sparked instantly.
Michael’s hands slid lower along your back, pulling you against him with a soft sound in his throat. You felt him smile slightly when you kissed him harder in return.
“That’s dangerous,” he whispered.
“You started it.”
“You looked too pretty sitting over there.” He paused. “Couldn’t help myself.”
Now it was your turn to blush.
Michael grinned triumphantly. “See? I can do it too.”
“You’re learning.”
He leaned in again, kissing you slower this time, savoring it. His lips were unbelievably soft, every movement affectionate and careful until you deepened the kiss and felt him lose composure immediately.
A shaky breath escaped him.
Your fingers slipped beneath the open collar of his shirt, tracing the warm skin of his chest, and Michael nearly melted on the spot.
“Baby…” he breathed.
“Hm?”
“You keep touching me like that and I’m never going onstage.”
You smirked. “Tempting.”
He laughed quietly before kissing you again, more desperate now. You could feel years of insecurity in the way he held you—as though he still couldn’t believe someone wanted him this much.
So you showed him.
Again.
And again.
You kissed every inch of his face until he was blushing so hard he couldn’t even look at you properly anymore.
His forehead.
His cheeks.
The tip of his nose.
“Stop hiding from me,” you murmured between kisses.
“I’m trying,” he laughed weakly.
“You’re beautiful.”
Another blush.
“Angel face.”
“Please…”
You grinned. “Never.”
He shook his head, smiling helplessly now. “You really got me wrapped around your finger.”
“And you love it.”
“…Yeah.”
The honesty in his voice made your chest ache.
Michael rested his forehead against yours, breathing softly.
“You know,” he said quietly, “when I was little, I used to pray I’d wake up looking different.”
Your heart dropped.
“But now?”
He looked at you carefully.
“When you look at me…” He swallowed. “I don’t hate myself as much.”
Emotion tightened your throat instantly.
You kissed him softly, pouring everything you couldn’t say into it.
When you pulled away, you whispered, “You shouldn’t hate yourself at all.”
Michael smiled faintly.
“I’m trying not to.”
You touched his cheek. “Good.”
Another knock interrupted you both.
“Michael! Seriously!”
He groaned dramatically into your shoulder. “I don’t wanna go.”
“You’re a global superstar. You have responsibilities.”
“But I wanna stay here kissing you.”
Your grin widened. “You’re needy tonight.”
“Your fault.”
“Probably.”
He stole one more kiss before reluctantly pulling away. Still, he kept holding your hand like he physically couldn’t stop touching you.
At the door, he hesitated.
Then turned back suddenly.
“What?”
Michael walked straight toward you again, grabbed your waist, and kissed you hard enough to leave you breathless.
When he finally pulled away, his cheeks were pink again.
“There,” he said proudly.
You blinked. “What was that for?”
“So I can think about you onstage.”
Your stomach flipped.
“Michael Jackson,” you whispered dramatically. “Are you flirting with me?”
He laughed shyly. “Maybe a little.”
“Dangerous man.”
“Only for you.”
Then he started toward the door again before pausing one last time.
“Hey?”
“Yeah?”
He smiled softly.
“Call me angel face again after the show?”
Your entire expression melted.
“Every day if you want.”
That blush returned instantly.
Michael ducked his head with a laugh before finally disappearing out the door toward the screaming crowd waiting for him.
And just before it closed completely, you heard him mumble under his breath—
“Angel face… Lord have mercy.”
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a/n : changing my whole aesthetic that i had so yea !! i can’t believe this man was every even insecure bc he is like the most majestic person evaaa
