@shawnbaby: Hehe. I love your explanation of things. So do you think the same reasoning would apply to a homosexual Spidey? It would all depend on whether he was a sexy (gay) lamp test or not? Could such an iconic character (even though we're just talking about the Ultimate re-boot here) sustain fan interest if he was written by a capable writer?
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If there were to reboot Spider-Man Ultimate Style and make him Gay I'd be 100% okay with it. There is absolutely nothing wrong with having gay characters. Ultimate Colossus being gay didn't make me like him less. It's just a difference spin on the character.
If they were to take 616 Spider-Man and just say "Ok...he's gay now" I'd be 100% against it. Making an existing Straight character Gay is not the right way to create a more sexually diverse universe.
As far as I'm concerned anyone that says they wouldn't like a Gay Spider-Man is just homophobic. Most of these guys have no problems liking female characters...and if they can't relate to a guy that is gay...there's no way they can ever relate to any female characters. I would suggest that those people actually meet some gay people and find out that they really aren't all that different from anyone else.
But it does raise the interesting question; is this why female lead comics, in general don't tend to have as long a run as male lead comic titles? Is it purely because a male audience buys comics for some form of sexual escapism and that's why they wouldn't accept a gay spider man? It's come up a lot during this thread and has surprised me.
@joshuadbr: lol. No cussing out here. You're entitled to feel anyway you want to feel. The fanboy community (well me anyway) gives you permission :) Am just always curious as to the workings of people and what makes them feel the way they feel. the fact that a guy kissing a guy grosses you out is fascinating to me. Two questions, if you don't mind answering them; Have you ever thought deeper as to why it grosses you out? And do you find it gross when females kiss?
@batkevin74: Well, i think that their dynamic already has that element to it, but i see your point. A good writer could make anything interesting, but i just have my doubts about a whole universe based around the concept. But i look forward to being proven completely wrong :)
I don't really see the point myself. Does the fact that they're female make them inherently more interesting or different as a character? Your Punisher story reads pretty much the same as a normal Punisher story, except that it uses 'she' a lot more than 'he'. Not saying it's a terrible idea, but don't really see the point of it.
22. All Good Things
The Creepers laughed. Constantly.
Their minds had been twisted into the shape of the darkness that coarsed through their undead bodies, animated by the dread will of Eclipso's power itself; warped into a form that amused him as much as it terrified others. Black nailed, green tongued, hollow eyed apparitions of his intent; the subjucation and death of all things. There, in the centre of their ungodly mass stood Karissa and Wildling; exhausted, torn and drained. Their hands and legs trembled as they struggled to stand, fear and adrenalin driving them on.
“So, what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” Karissa asked, mace trembling in her hands.
“Bleeding internally, I suspect.” Wildling replied her fists raised in an emfeebled fighting stance.
“We're going to die now, aren't we?” Karissa asked matter of factly.
“Yup. That seems to be the gist of it.” Wildling replied calmly as the Creepers came within striking distance, their shadows falling hard upon the girls faces.
Then the world exploded.
Great turrets of flame leapt up around the perimeter of the Creepers, their heat and light sending the demons scurrying; burning their skins as they went. Gunshots ran out in the air and Creepers fell to the ground, their bodies torn to pieces by the onslaught, before they pulled their shredded, lifeless bodies from the ground and ran more. Karissa and Wildling ran through the chaos, swinging mace and clawed hand alike as they made their way through the fleeing Creepers to the relative safety of the building where Element Boy still watched over the bodies of Montez and Steel. There, they crouched behing the masonry and watched as the destruction continued. It ws war, real and bloodied. Explosions and gunfire painted the scene in chaos and the young heroes felt a terror like none they had known. This was not the scene of heroism they had always hoped for. This was something else.
Eventually the chaos dimmed to a dull roar, the sound of battle seeming to reverberate within the very air itself, long after the fighting had stopped. The Creepers had gone or their bodies had been damaged to such a degree that they could no longer move; their twitching, laughing remains left scattered about the battlefield. Adam too had gone, somehow lifted from the scene amidst the conflagration. Shadows moved now, through the dust and smoke of the remains, new shadows of unknown forms. They talked and laughed amongst themselves, their voices hard and devoid of humour. As they began to appear, some of their forms triggered recognition among the young heroes who still peered from their hiding spot. They had seen their costumes before, in the old police files that Grayson had made them watch.
Captain Cold. Ragdoll . Cheshire. Scarecrow. Doctor Light. Count Vertigo.
Villains, one and all.
A figure dressed in the garb of Deathstroke strolled to where the body of the Atom still lay and using the tip of his boot beneath his head, lifted his face up toward him.
“The Atom?” Deathstroke spoke, surprise in his aged and gravel filled voice, “Looks like he's still breathing.”
Wildling pit her hands to her mouth to cover the gasp of shock which came from it. She had presumed him dead after Adam's strike and was disgusted with herself for having left him alone in the street.
“Bring him with us!” A voice, strong and confident came from the other side of the smoke, “Bring all of them with us!”
The figure strode confidently toward the battle scene, his figure cutting an arrogant silhouette through the smoke.
“All of them?” Asked a figure dressed like a wizard of some kind, his flowing robes and greying hair looking worn and tired, “Are you seeing double?”
“Oh, Wotan...” The voice replied with a menacing chuckle, “The darkness really did leave you powerless and dull didn't it. I'm talking about the children. Those young heroes quivering in the dark there.”
Wildling, Karissa and Element Boy felt their insides turn cold.
“You there! Come out! There is nothing to fear here!” The figure continued approaching through the smoke as The three, still standing youngsters rose from their hiding place and stepped out into the street before them. “We are your saviours! Your heroes! You have no need to hide from us, my dears!”
The three youngsters looked about them at the smirking, hard faces of these 'saviours' and even at their young ages, they could hear the duplicity in the voice which spoke to them.
“And who might you be?” Wildling, finally asked, her courage taking time to rise.
“Me? Oh, i'm no one, really.” The figure replied as he stepped , finally from the smoke; his suit resplendent amongst the chaos; a business suit of the finest tailoring, a very human and devilish, grinning face above it, “Just your average , garden variety saviour."
“You may call me Lex." He smiled, hand outstretched. " Lex Luthor.”
Eclipso: Black Sun finished.
Eclipso: Black Dawn imminent...