Chuck Schuldiner died of AIDS[views:2743][posts:2]_______________________________________________________ [Dec 16,2021 6:04pm - Chuck_Schuldiner_Died_of_AIDS ""] Review of the literature. One is a foundational death metal record, and the other is a tolerable but overrated release from a guy who died of AIDS. So yeah, Seven Churches all the way. https://www.ultimate-guitar.com/forum/showthread.php?t=1085603 Chuck is a false Messiah. Don't let his mother, fanboys, or any corporations tell you otherwise. https://deathbymetalandaids.blogspot.com/2012/06/test.html Chuck Schuldiner died of AIDS Just like the men he'd blown When he celebrated a faggot's death He was talking about his own Chuck Schuldiner died of AIDS The 'brain tumor' was just a lie Chuck Schuldiner died of AIDS That he got butt fucking guys His music sucked He died of AIDS His mom's a cunt And Death was gay Chuck Schuldiner died of AIDS Just like Eazy-E All his shirts were stained with semen And his breath smelled just like pee His music sucked He died of AIDS His mom's a cunt And Death is gay! https://www.ultimatemetal.com/forum/threads/the-chuck-schuldiner-memorial-thread.315931/page-4 What is interesting here is that Schuldiner had previously sung about mutilating a “faggot” on Death’s debut Scream Bloody Gore and now he was playing with “faggots”. In 1987 Schuldiner was twenty years old and composing music in a hyper-masculine, frequently misogynist and homophobic context. To me in this pre-PC age the use of the term “faggot” is neither particularly surprising or shocking. After all the zeitgeist was about shock value, obscenity and offense. A “faggot” was a widely disliked, foreign and quite probably terrifying identity in metal during the 80s. It was a way of distancing extreme metal genres from hair metal popular at the time. This is not to justify Schuldiner’s homophobia, rather it is to contextualise it...Whether or not Schuldiner died from AIDS related complications and/or was homosexual is an internet meme that may well never be proved in the affirmative or negative. https://post-zeitgeist.blogspot.com/2011/12/chuck-schuldiner-ten-years-gone.html Yeah, he's got a lisp, so he's an easy target, but a speech impediment doesn't make someone gay. Not that I'd have any problem if he was, but I need a little more to take it seriously than the fact that he had a lisp. https://www.harmonycentral.com/forums/topic/1306121-was-chuck-schuldiner-gay/ |
| _______________________________________________________ [Dec 16,2021 6:15pm - Chuck_Schuldiner_Died_of_AIDS ""] Other notable conversations: it was cool when anus.com guy sent a 10 page letter to schuldiner's mother claiming that he died of aids https://forum.metal-archives.com/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=108178 Apparently Satan is involved: although i respected much of what chuck had done, i felt for a long time that he'd received too much credit for "inventing death metal" when "popularized" is a better term for what he achieved. further, his later lyrics disgusted me; they were secular or pure christianity in a form designed to make them appealing to people who wanted to feel that they were "open-minded." further, there were people in the death metal community staging cry-ins and saying completely sappish, stupid shit about "chuck" (like they knew him firsthand) and how he was "totally metal." not to mention how this was commercialized by various sold-out marketing gimmick forces in the metal industry - the list goes on. there needed to be a shattering of idols, of christian idols, which chuck, his mother and certain industry types made of chuck schuldiner. i don't necessarily blame anyone for what they did, or feel a need to judge them, but my judgment is that the chuck-nostalgia was a fucking scam and needed deflating if metal was to continue in a non-judeo-christian manner. While his family denies it, Chuck Schuldiner died of AIDS. His family claims cancer, but his death certificate reads pneumonia without a contributing cause, which is the most common diagnosis of death from AIDS -- in the shorthand a doctor would write it to avoid pointing out the real cause. AIDS, as an immune disease, does not itself kill the victim but enables simpler diseases to do so. Highly placed sources identify Chuck as engaging in high-risk behavior, and the time period between his diagnosis with "cancer" and his death fits the pattern of an AIDS patient who is unaware he needs retrovirals for the first years of his infection as it slowly develops from HIV into full-blown AIDS. Chuck and his family deny that he died of AIDS because of the ongoing stigma of having AIDS in a homophobic genre like metal. Even in this, Chuck was forging reality and denying the obvious, to the detriment of death metal. https://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=3433957&userid=0&perpage=40&pagenumber=140 How Chuck Schuldiner Made Me A Man Back in 1989 when I was 15 years old I went to see Death in Houston. It was a great show, I was standing right at the front, I could almost reach out and touch Chuck himself. The man even looked directly at me during 'Pull the Plug!' Time stood still. His big, brown eyes pierced my very soul. Man, that feeling was epic! After what seemed like an eternity of pure bliss, the show was over. Chuck waved goodbye to his cheering and adoring fans, I looking longingly after him as he disappeared from view; I was in a world of my own. So it dawned on me that the gig was over, I blinked and started to head out of the arena when a short, fat man dressed all in black with a shiny bald head looked at me and summoned me over to him. I was a little anxious. 'Follow me', he ordered in a commanding tone, silent, I did as I was told. After a few paces, it was quiet, the beautiful noise from the Death gig was over and the crowd had dispersed. Suddenly, the man said, 'you've been chosen. How would you like to meet Chuck Schuldiner?' My eyes lit up, my mouth dropped open but I was speechless. The man chuckled to himself and opened a door. 'Through here', he said. I looked at him, still silent, nodded and stepped into the room, as the man closed the door behind me. I was staring at the floor, I rose my head slowly and saw him. Chuck Schuldiner was sitting in a chair right in front of me! 'This must be a dream' I thought, but I knew it was real when Chuck spoke in his gentle, warm voice: 'Well, well, well... Look what we got here!' Nervously, I responded 'he... hello'. Chuck smiled and that was all I needed to feel safe. He stood up and paced towards me, I couldn't move. My heart was racing. Adrenaline pumping.Chuck stopped about a foot away from me. 'Mm mm mm, you look perfect', said Chuck. 'Wha-what?' I breathed. Chuck then stepped up into even closer to me, I could feel his warm breath on my face. Just then, he lifted up his arm and reached around me, I felt his strong, manly hand grab a firm hold of my buttocks. 'Whoa!' I exclaimed and immediately leapt back. I was scared, I could have simply run out the door, run home and forget about this experience. But something inside me made me stay... Chuck simply smiled. 'What's wrong?' He said, softly. 'I-I...' What could I say? I didn't know what to do. Chuck strode towards me again, 'I'll show you a good time', he said, whilst casually unzipping his fly. I gulped. Chuck adopted a sterner face, On your knees! He said, aggressively. I was terrified.But, this was Chuck, man! I thought about what to do but Chuck just repeated himself, in an even more foreboding voice. It was at that moment when I knew just exactly what to do. I looked up at him, licked my lips and dropped to my knees -- all to Chuck's delight. He whipped out his long, thick semi-erect penis. 'I've never done this before', I said, 'It's okay, it's okay.' Chuck reassured me. I held his penis in my hands, took a deep breath, and put it in my mouth. I sucked and sucked 'til he was hard, man, his cock had to be at least seven wonderful inches! I kissed the gland and licked all along the shaft, Chuck giggled and slapped me in the face with his cock a few times before I inserted all seven inches into my mouth. Chuck moaned in sheer ecstasy. He put his his hand against the back of my head as I bobbed up and down on his cock. 'All the way, all the way', whispered Chuck. It tasted like nothing I ever tasted before. After around ten minutes, he pulled out his juicy meat, 'take off your pants -- now!' Chuck demanded. Without speaking, I hastily removed my navy blue jeans and boxer shorts as Chuck himself also stripped. I looked at his body, he was very fit, I reached out and touched his stomach. It was soft yet firm. Chuck grabbed my the collar of my shirt, 'you won't need this, either', he said and ripped off my shirt, demonstrating his masculine strength. Chuck quickly directed me t o a table, he commanded me to bend over it. I did as he asked, not knowing I was ready to receive an awesome anal battering! Chuck grabbed my hips with his rough, coarse hands. 'Here we go!' He said as he spat in my ass hole. I took a deep breath, braced myself and -- 'AARGHH!!' I screamed. Chuck forced his tasty meat pole all the way inside me. It gave me a feeling I had never felt before, and, will probably never feel again. It was simply orgasmic, as if God Himself had fucked me. I almost felt as if I were God. Chuck had entered my, and we both became as One. It was truly transcendental. Chuck was screaming (and so was I!) He was a wild animal, more beast than man. I was completely subservient to him. His cock was tearing my rectum and my anus to shreds as he repeatedly drove his cock into me. At first he was slow and deliberate. The feeling was so good. 'You like that, bitch?' Asked Chuck, with feelings of both the most exquisite pain and ecstasy, 'Oh God YES!' I exclaimed. Chuck slapped my ass, hard, as I now moaned with delight. Chuck became a jackhammer, hammering my ass so fast and so hard I thought he was about to split me in half. I even felt blood trickling down my right thigh. I had no idea how long this ass pounding went on for, it truly felt like an eternity, but finally Chuck stopped. My screams and moans faded. Chuck walked around me and shoved his cock back into my face. His mighty scrotum rested on my chin; I was ball deep in Chuck. He thrusted, I gagged. 'Time for desert', he moaned. His hot and spicy semen shot of his cock and hit the back of my throat like a cannon ball. It was a huge load! And it was nectar, pure nectar. I swirled the cum in my mouth a few times, savouring its wonderful flavour before finally swallowing. Chuck stood back, his cock swinging. I gasped for air, my ass was sore and gaping, it felt like someone had opened me up with a pair of pliers. I fell to the ground and closed my eyes, I was still feeling that wonderful ecstacy of orgasm. Chuck, meanwhile, pulled his pants back on and put on his shirt. 'Enjoy that? He laughed. I was unable to respond. Chuck laughed again. Chuck looked at a clock on the wall, 'you got five minutes to get out', he said. I barely heard him. Chuck walked out of the room. I was all alone, I could still taste his cum. My ass was bleeding. I was in heaven, paradise. Chuck had made this little boy a man. I would never see Chuck again, but I still remember my fuck session with him as if it was yesterday. Sometimes, I can still feel his throbbing cock inside my anus... But Chuck did give the best head in metal. David Vincent had his Azagthoth, and everyone in Vader had Doc, but no one made a pink cock erect like Chuck. True, as the AIDS infested his throat it made it hard for him to deep throat, but even as he lay there rotting, stinking of AZT and covered with Kaposi's sarcoma, Chuck would signal with two fingers when a willing donor came into the room. All I can offer in addition to that is the fact that no sex will ever compare to colostomy hole love, especially when the hole is fresh and supple after a well-greased movement. We will never forget you, Chuck. Every time I hear your name my prostate aches, both for your tender heart-shaped ass and that incredibly thin, probing member we shared many times. It is heartbreaking how many things bring Chuck to mind. The sound of heavy metal. The flavor of Taco Bell food on the road. The scent of semen. The world lost not only a great musician, but a great lover, when Chuck died. To say Chuck was gay is incorrect. He wasn't gay, he was just open-minded, and he sought anal sex from men, boys, girls and animals alike. Anal was not his favorite. His favorite was the blowjob, and he liked to be held afterwards, with someone stroking his hair and saying, "Chuck you are king of the world." I will never sell the copy of Leprosy (80 grain vinyl) he left me at our last meeting. It is battered now, and reeks faintly of manpoo, and maybe it does have a few suspicious smears, but it is all I have of him. That and the memories. Those gushing, sticky, illicit, clandestine memories... Oh Chuck I miss you more than I can say. https://old.reddit.com/r/MetalMemes/comments/pljy6o/chuck_schuldinerdeath_memes_are_now_timed_out/ |
| _______________________________________________________ [Dec 16,2021 6:21pm - Chuck_Schuldiner_Died_of_AIDS ""] And the original that kicked it all off: Chuck Schuldiner died of AIDS. His family claims cancer, but his death certificate reads pneumonia, which is the most common diagnosis of death from AIDS (AIDS does not kill, but weakens the immune system so that other things can kill). Highly placed sources identify Chuck as engaging in high-risk behavior, and the time period between his diagnosis with "cancer" and his death fits the pattern of an AIDS patient who is unaware he needs retrovirals for the first years of his infection as it slowly develops from HIV into full-blown AIDS. Chuck and his family deny that he died of AIDS because of the ongoing stigma of having AIDS in a homophobic genre like metal. Fight homophobia -- make AIDS deaths acceptable. http://web.archive.org/web/20081212183248/...metal/about/metal/chuck_schuldiner/ And of course Chuck did create some excellent music even towards the end of his career with Control Denied but his accomplishments have been exaggerated due to the nostalgia for a time that most fans never knew. It takes more than a few flashes of brilliance to stand side by side with bands like Incantation and Demilich but despite the effect of the Chuck Schuldiner syndrome crippling metal like AIDS, his music stands beside bands like Grave and The Chasm who lacked the potency to rival their peers but produced better metal than the hordes of terrible metal bands that have dominated both the mainstream and the underground. https://www.deathmetal.org/analysis/the-chuck-schuldiner-syndrome/ Glorious AIDS is a very serious disease. Chuck Schuldiner proved that with this album. At this point, it wasn't just his penis that was getting smaller; his wallet was, too. Everything about this album sucks HIV positive donkey cocks, and it really shows his jewish side; he didn't care, as long as his fanbase buys every rubbish album he made for $50 an album. I am glad Chuck died after hearing this garbage. Of course, he was a dirty jew anyways, so his family should've died in 1945. Rest in shit, AIDSdiner. Would've given this garbage a 1, but the system on this site blocks criticism of certain albums, so fuck it. https://www.sputnikmusic.com/soundoff.php?albumid=2285 Even today, the internet knows: chuck schuldiner died of aids https://www.last.fm/music/Death/+shoutbox/101869588:shoutbox:81f29a3f-4c55-495f-9191-2e5f73972d65 |