Noodles and beef gay
One of the enduring mysteries surrounding the death of Seattle kinkster Jack Chapman (aka Tank Hafertepen) is who injected his genitals with the silicone that killed him.
Dylan Hafertepen, Jack's surviving "master," has denied involvement (even though, according to a shrink Jack shared online, Master Dylan managed every aspect of his life). Dylan told Buzzfeed recently: "I did not make him inject silicone" and "This was his fetish." On Australian TV, Jack's mother, Linda, wanted to understand who had injected her son with silicone, and Dylan said: "I acquire never done that for him. I forbid him from doing silicone."
But Facebook messages between Jack and his foremost friend in Australia, Kevin Reader, offer that Dylan was directly involved with Jack's silicone employ. In a word dated March 18, 2017, during a brief breakup with Master Dylan, Jack mentions that Dylan "invoiced me the value of the gifts he had given me in our relationship... it wasn't for everything, probably about $4,000... including the silicone."
Meanwhile, The Stranger has obtained direct messages between Dylan and a silicone enthusiast going back a few years that contradict Dylan's recent statements to the med
Noodles & Receipts
Previously: Dependence, Fuck it, I’ll Name Names, Tank
My friend Jack Chapman (@brandedbulltank) died last week. I’ve been going back through our texts, ancient photos, and talking with his friends. There are a few things I haven’t said before that… I deliberate I need to say now. And there are some things that require clearing up.
His Name
When I knew Jack, he was Tank Chapman; later, he took Dylan’s (@noodlesandbeef’s) last name, becoming Tank Hafertepen. The name Tank was important to him, and something that he expressed bliss and pride in–but it was also a marker of Dylan’s control and erasure of his identity. This is a complicated matter, because Jack eroticized a lack of control, but one of his closest friends told me that he expressed a desire to change his mention back to Jack. That’s what I’ll call him here.
His Death
A friend of my Sir pulled the death certificate in Seattle. Jack didn’t die as a result of an “undiagnosed lung condition”. He died because of silicone poisoning. He was not, as Dylan claimed, alive on Tuesday. He wasn’t “rather upset” about the rumors of his death, and he didn’t care about finding out who spread them.
Tank’s Mom Sues Noodles & Beef Pup Posse
It’s been nearly a year since the horrifying death of Jack Chapman, the 28 year old Australian human who changed his entitle to “Tank Hafertepen” at the behest of his “master” while involved in a sado masochistic affair with the man, Dylan Hafertepen also known as “Noodles & Beef” in online gay s&m groups. Along with 4 other submissives, the posse of gay men lived communally with Dylan in bill, and dedicated their lives to body building and genital enhancement via silicone injections.
On October 9th of 2018, Jack/Tank entered Seattle’s Swedish Hospital having trouble breathing. He died six days later, the outcome of an embolism caused by the silicone injections to his genitals.
His death and the way in which Dylan Hafertepen and the rest of their group handled that death, led to speculation and charges of exploitation directed towards Dylan with significant coverage in both the gay press and in more mainstream outlets as well. When it was revealed that Tank had made a will leaving all of his estate to Dylan Hafertepen, including $200,000 that Tank had inherited fr
Remembering Tank Heathcliff Hafertepen February 13th, 1990 — October 15th, 2018
Forward
Eulogizing my partner has been a challenging experience.
Tank was a militant atheist, leaving detailed instructions that his body be used to advance science, organs harvested for transplant, and his remains cremated without a service.
I want to believe that he is needed somewhere more important, but it would be disingenuous to press my spiritual beliefs of an afterlife on him. Instead, I found comfort in how Tank looked at death.
The very materials that make us: carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, were made out in the dying days of stars long past over 4.5 billion years ago.
For one infinitely tiny period of time, those atoms and molecules shared a specific and incredibly intimate bond. For a split second they made you with your own one-of-a-kind thoughts, fears, memories. There will never be another occasion appreciate this.
Asking if there is animation after death is like asking where does the software proceed after the hardware shuts down and is disassembled.
That’s not lead to for despair. While we are no longer present when we die, what we are made of is as old as the earth itself and