Marshal Tanner Everhart
age 23
birthday May 12
born in New Jersey
sexuality gay
family
dad Seth Everhart, 44
mom Calla Mathis, 41
sibs Mischa Everhart, 18
Addison Everhart, 16
stepmom Louise Bates-Everhart, 46
stepbrother Tyson Bates, 19
stepdad Jeff Mathis, 38
half-brother Lloyd Mathis, 7
likes
Mexican food, monster trucks, fulfilling his childhood dreams, tattoos, record scratching, Mac ‘n Cheese, folklore, hand lotion, dog tags, smashing things, sarcasm, loud music, swimming, New Years Eve, being nosey.
dislikes
perfume, people messing with his sisters, love songs, kissing, working, controlling boyfriends, sappiness, fidgeting, superiority complexes, disrespect, stereotypes, mints, radio commercials, new generation music.
I have a lot of tattoos. People usually take that as a good excuse to believe I’m some type of punk kid or a troublemaker, but I’m not. I think it is stupid how body mods are viewed in society today. A lot of people say it’s disgusting, mostly the older generations. You can’t have them at school and they can’t be seen at work. It’s like people think that tattoos and piercings show what type of person you are or something. Like a beefy sailor with an “I Love Mom” tattoo and a bunch of gruesome piercings, they don’t always tell everything about a person. People make stupid decisions, they get something put on them that they will later regret, and then they can’t do anything about it when they want it off unless they get it blacked out. Most don’t think about how it would affect their chances of getting a job when they do it, either. The people who make assumptions are the stupid ones here.
I believe tattooing is an art. Piercings, not so much, but tattoos – definitely. I have a lot of really artistic tattoos that tell close to nothing about what type of person I am, except possibly what I like. Most of them are just there because, at one point, I liked how they looked. And for the most part, I still do. I don’t regret any of my tattoos. When I get them done, I do think about how it might affect my future, and if it seems like a bad idea… well, I just don’t care. It’s my body and I can do with it what I want. My dad always said that I should never let somebody tell me what I can and can’t do with my stuff – my body, my animals, my girlfriends or boyfriends, and especially my “sanctuary”, or my room. I stick by that to the end, as I am a very independent sort of person.
My name is Marshal - Marshal Everhart, if you want to get specific - and I am twenty-three years old. In case if you couldn’t tell, I’m a guy. But it barely makes a difference what my gender is, because I’m gay. To some people, mostly the homophobic ones, that would make me a chick, right? I never know what to say to homophobes. They’re just so… so awkward, you know? They have such strange ways of expressing their feelings and thoughts and it never really seems to matter, because they think one thing, someone else thinks another, and then there’s this whole mob of homosexuals and transsexuals and whatnot that are there to defend what they believe, which is usually what they call the right thing. Who cares?
Love is blind. And if God loves all of which he creates, why would he allow homosexual beings to come along and not just wipe them out? If he hated us, don’t you think he would do something about it? It’s silly, really. Religion is such a touchy subject. I, personally, choose not to get involved. When I was younger, I had a bad experience with the Lord – don’t think you’ll ever get it out of me, either – and after that, I stopped trying. It’s too complicated. It’s stupid. And another thing on religion: What’s up with crosses, anyway? Jesus was nailed to a cross and left to die, right? So why are we all wearing them around our necks? As a comedian I heard said one time, do you think if he ever came back, he’d want to see a cross again? I mean, seriously? What – the – fuck?
So anyway! I come from a pretty big family, did you know? No, of course you didn’t. It’s not like you’re some sort of stalker, anyway, right? Aha. Well, yeah. My mom has remarried two times. Dad remarried once, but unlike my mom, he stuck with his second choice. Gotta admit, Seth and Louise are a far better couple than he and mom were. They fought all the time, never agreed on anything. I was their first child, more likely their favorite. Next was my sister Mischa, then Addison. When my parents divorced, my mom first got with Charlie, who already had a son of his own. Osborn was his name. A real dick, he was. We never got along, but he was fun to mess around with.
After Charlie, my mom tried going for a chick. I, uh, honestly have no idea how the hell that happened. Not sure if she’d considered herself bi for a while or if she was just experimenting, but needless to say, it didn’t work out. Didn’t get married to that lady, just had a weird little relationship for a while. Her next husband was Jeff, who is actually really great. Like Dad and Louise, they are a good pair. Even had a kid together, Lloyd. He’s seven now. He’s real dorky, too, but in a cute way. Overall, I have five siblings: Two sisters, one stepbrother (that would be Tyson), and one half brother, Lloyd. Osborn would be the fifth, if you count ex-stepbrothers. I don’t, but some people do, I guess.
I’m out of the house now, so if my parents plan on adding to that, I’m not aware. I moved away when I got old enough, travelled out west to California, the true Land of the Free. Got myself an apartment room, had a few boyfriends along the way (one whom I thought I would marry, but it failed in the end, as always), and found a new passion. Besides tattooing, I also have a keen interest for animals. At the place where I live, we’re not allowed to have too many pets, but I sneak mine in anyway. The only time the landlord is ever around is when he needs rent money or has a complaint, so it’s not like he’ll ever know.
I have a lot of animals. Two dogs, one cat, an iguana, two birds, three rats, one ferret, and I used to have a little snake, but he tried to eat my rats and my birds, so I had to get rid of him… I guess you could say I’m like a crazy cat man with all my pets, except I only really have one cat. I’m just as crazy, still. More than I come off seeming at first. It's one of those things that hits you really hard when you notice, trust me.
- pics (c) cody r dresser
