Leon Kennedy, my Beloved (oh, and Kiryu's here, too!)

My life is basically a mashup between Resident Evil and The Yakuza Saga. Except I’m the only human showing up without a gun or superhuman reflexes. Somehow, Leon Kennedy parries literal zombies with chainsaws while understanding people better than half the men I've met. My OG husband Kazuma Kiryu? He survived entire gang wars, betrayal, and the literal collapse of the world around him- and still somehow loves, protects, and listens.

Meanwhile, the men I encounter in real life? Most wouldn’t survive a single chapter of either game. Not emotionally. Not morally. Not physically. And certainly not with the subtlety women need.

Leon Inspires Chaos, But is Not My Usual Type

I’m not typically attracted to translucent blue eyes and pale, ethereal features. Most of the time, those traits just scream “fragile vampire boy” to me. Yet Leon Kennedy… somehow short circuits my brain. He inspires the most unhinged reactions in the general population. People either want to be him, protect him, be protected by him, punch him, or claim him as their own. Entire forums and social feeds (sorry if you follow me on IG) devolve into chaos over him. He is literally a walking social experiment in desire and gay panic.

And now, the moment that broke my brain: Gideon stroking Leon’s hair while he’s tied up and supposed to be interrogating him. And Leon? Not a twitch. Not a flinch. Just calm. Lethal. Magnetic. Existing. My jaw detached itself like a Ren and Stimpy episode somewhere around the third second, while I shouted, "OLD MAN YAOI! WE HAVE OLD MAN YAOI!!!" (I see you, Capcom). The randomness, the absurdity, the chaotic sensuality... It was like watching a perfectly choreographed trainwreck.

*** Family Guy Cutaway --- Unhinged flashback ***

Leon: “Think you can swallow me whole, huh?”

{Camera pans to everyone's reaction}

Me, with zero hesitation: “I dunno, daddy, but if I’ve got your permission, I’ll give it my best shot."

Gideon, from nowhere, sniffing Leon's jacket: “You're a dead man walking!"

Kiryu, the irritated dad who's had enough of this shit: “落ち着け! (Cool it!).”

(...I'm so sorry)

And yet, somehow, Sam Reid in Interview with the Vampire sneaks into my brain. Not usually my type, right? But watching him… maybe now it is. The elegance, the gaze, the VOICE, the chaos simmering under control; it’s like seeing Leon Kennedy’s calm, magnetic energy in human form. Coincidence? I think not.

Meanwhile, Kiryu? He’s my actual type: beautifully swarthy, impossibly solid, but with that understated softness under the steel... His intoxicating bass voice (bites fist). I regret not being able to link to Kuroda Takaya's NSFW Voice-over work, folks... Anyway, I’m pale mild chaos; maybe it’s why I like calming bronze gods. He grounds me, thrills me, and embodies the kind of presence many women tend to actually desire and need.

Trauma Doesn’t Break Them; It Makes Them Human

Leon has seen things no one should: blood, betrayal, people he trusted turning into monsters. And yet, he notices the little things. He adapts. He doesn’t avoid the hard stuff because he’s scared of discomfort; he faces it. Kiryu? He’s watched his chosen family crumble around him, been betrayed, beaten, shot, left for dead… and yet he’s still steady, reliable, and attentive (like... women in the real world).

Contrast that with real men: Discomfort and inconvenience often seem to make men avoid responsibility, dodge conflict, or perpetuate cycles of harm. Emotional avoidance isn’t charming; it’s exhausting. Many men I’ve known (and observed) have been quick to anger, slow to empathy, and eager to blame rather than reflect. Some even repeated abusive patterns, claiming ignorance (or projection) as a shield while I’m left cleaning up the damage.

Leon, Gideon, and the Umbrella Curse: Chaos, Hair, and Hormones

Here’s my theory: the Umbrella Curse doesn’t just make people murderous or biohazardous. It also makes everyone horny. Throw Leon into a viral apocalypse scenario, sprinkle in trauma, and suddenly every character goes borderline unhinged with desire. I don’t know if it’s canon, but it should be.

Meanwhile, Kiryu walks in, solid and composed as ever. He doesn’t trigger apocalyptic hormones (unless we're talking the fated Dead Souls release...). He just is. Grounding, terrifyingly competent, devastatingly attractive. Without even trying. Leon = chaos incarnate. Kiryu = safety net. Me? Squealing internally while applauding the physics of fictional sexual tension.

The Parallel With My Own Life

I see myself in Leon and Kiryu. I see women’s needs and actual behaviors reflected in their actions: empathy, respect, patience, and courage. And then I look at real men who dodge, excuse, or deny. Men who avoid the hard conversations, refuse accountability, or actively gaslight, and I realize how much survival skill women develop just to navigate their avoidance.

It’s exhausting. It’s absurd. And honestly? It’s why I retreat into worlds where men can be flawed but still grow, protect, and cherish. Where their trauma shapes them, rather than excuses their harm.

In Closing

Yes, I love two men who don’t exist outside games. And yes, they’re better than most of the men I meet in real life. Leon inspires chaos, Gideon (...Diddyon?) dislocates my jaw, the Umbrella Curse confirms my suspicions about universal unhinged desire; and now maybe Sam Reid does, too. Kiryu grounds me, thrills me, and embodies the kind of integrity and presence many women desire and need. Until men like them exist in the wild, I’ll keep surviving my own Raccoon City Kamurocho, quietly cheering for my husbands who could actually handle it.

...For your viewing pleasure:

The Darker Side of Gossip and Distortion

Where it’s done deliberately, with the aim of destabilizing or destroying someone else’s life- Slander doesn’t need to be loud; it can be whispered, cloaked as ‘concern,’ or disguised as social commentary. Yet its impact is very real, measurable, and lasting. Observing these patterns isn’t judgment; it’s recognition.

Some people don’t just gossip or manipulate; they also weaponize it, targeting the very people they’ve harmed under the guise of ‘truth,’ or poetic justice. What this really is, is revenge. But, for what exactly? In their eyes, they’re taking revenge for imagined slights, perceived disrespect, jealousy, or simply for being caught in a reflection of their own behavior... even though they would never admit it. They often sprinkle in a grain of truth; just enough to make their narrative believable- While twisting context, exaggerating faults, or outright lying. They stir drama and cast blame so convincingly, that their targets end up defending themselves (sometimes reactively, often defensively) while the abuser plays victim. This creates a vacuum of confusion, self-doubt, social isolation and withdrawal, and emotional exhaustion. Victims are forced to navigate a minefield they didn’t create, often questioning their own perception while the abuser’s narrative drops faster than a cringey 2000's Eminem diss track (hands up! hands up!)... **neurodivergent grimace**... It’s not loyalty, concern, or nuance; it’s cruelty disguised as performance art.

And, FFS: Before you assume anything about someone, and become a little flying monkey, ask yourself: Have you ever actually met the person in question? Do you *actually* know them, personally? Have you been a recent part of their life? Or are you only seeing them through the warped filter of someone else’s (alleged) story? If the answer is anything other than yes… congratulations! You’re forming opinions about a caricature; not a real human being. Here's some free advice, especially for women: Stop outsourcing your judgment (we've all done it). If you’re letting someone else dictate your opinion, it’s probably because you crave approval (often male), or your self-worth is conveniently on vacation. Try therapy (be discerning), and standing apart from that protective group think bubble for once.

Writing this isn’t just venting or documenting chaos. It’s my way of permanently killing off roles that I never auditioned for. By observing patterns, exposing manipulative tactics (which I know are not always conscious), and holding up a mirror- I reclaim the space and energy that used to be wasted on their games. I’m not here to argue, to prove anyone wrong, or to beg for recognition. I’m here to live clearly, and on my own terms. Fucking finally... And if someone feels implicated, that often says more about them, than the situation itself.

Saturday through Sunday, Monday, Monday through Sunday, yo (I can’t be your Superman).