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Batman & Spider-Man Writer: J.M. DeMatteis, Pencils: Graham Nolan

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Spider-Man: The Animated Series season 2 episode 3 “Hydro-Man”

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Do you feel that MJ was depicted in a particularly sexist manner during the JMS run, specifically during any of the sex scenes?

I can’t think of any examples of it, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t any.  JMS has his problems with sexism (Sins Past is proof of that) 

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SPIDER-MAN AND HIS BRIDE by Mike Mayhew

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SPIDER-MAN AND HIS BRIDE by Mike Mayhew

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"The great thing about MJ is when you look in her eyes and she’s looking back in yours, everything feels… not quite normal. Because you feel stronger and weaker at the same time. You feel excited and at the same time, terrified. The truth is… you don’t know what you feel except you know what kind of man you want to be. It’s as if you’ve reached the unreachable and you weren’t ready for it.”

"The great thing about MJ is when you look in her eyes and she’s looking back in yours, everything feels… not quite normal. Because you feel stronger and weaker at the same time. You feel excited and at the same time, terrified. The truth is… you don’t know what you feel except you know what kind of man you want to be. It’s as if you’ve reached the unreachable and you weren’t ready for it.

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by Thony Silas.

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by Thony Silas.

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I'll wait for you as long as you need. Or until the stars turn cold and fall from the sky. Whichever comes first. 

I'll wait for you as long as you need. Or until the stars turn cold and fall from the sky. Whichever comes first. 

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Peter looks over at the picture on his desk, of Gwen curled into his chest as they make goofy faces at the camera. He slams the frame down, hearing the satisfying crack of glass shattering as it hits the wooden surface. He doesn’t realize until he feels the wetness on his face that he’d been blinking back tears. MJ doesn’t leave. She shuts the door behind her, sits resolutely on his bedroom floor, and waits. Peter doesn’t remember how long it takes him to give in, how many drawers he slams, walls he punches, how many harsh words escape his mouth. All he remembers is finally letting go, collapsing on the ground next to her. He falls asleep like that, head in his hands, their sides pressed together. When he wakes up the next morning, she is gone. read more here now.
Peter looks over at the picture on his desk, of Gwen curled into his chest as they make goofy faces at the camera. He slams the frame down, hearing the satisfying crack of glass shattering as it hits the wooden surface. He doesn’t realize until he feels the wetness on his face that he’d been blinking back tears. MJ doesn’t leave. She shuts the door behind her, sits resolutely on his bedroom floor, and waits. Peter doesn’t remember how long it takes him to give in, how many drawers he slams, walls he punches, how many harsh words escape his mouth. All he remembers is finally letting go, collapsing on the ground next to her. He falls asleep like that, head in his hands, their sides pressed together. When he wakes up the next morning, she is gone. read more here now.
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Amazing Spider-Man (Vol. 1) #176 Writer: Len Wein, Pencils: Ross Andru

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Amazing Spider-Man (Vol. 1) #176 Writer: Len Wein, Pencils: Ross Andru

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Peter can’t remember the last time they walked home together from anything. He’s sure he was wearing light up sneakers, carrying a backpack full of addition and subtraction homework, and Mary Jane had multicolored bows in her hair, sporting kittens on her neon t-shirt. It’s kind of surreal, to walk with her now. A woman in a diner uniform, a hero with a mask in his backpack. They’re worlds away from where they used to be. (x)

Peter can’t remember the last time they walked home together from anything. He’s sure he was wearing light up sneakers, carrying a backpack full of addition and subtraction homework, and Mary Jane had multicolored bows in her hair, sporting kittens on her neon t-shirt. It’s kind of surreal, to walk with her now. A woman in a diner uniform, a hero with a mask in his backpack. They’re worlds away from where they used to be. (x)

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