Hi. I'm a seventeen year old
senior, brunette New Yorker who wears glasses, and loves to write both original
and fan fiction. I don't really have a favorite color, but I like purple and
green, and I like to wear green and red. I also don't have a favorite food so
much as a favorite food group: fruit. I'm athletic and like to exercise, and I
love sports even though I'm only good enough at one to play at the varsity
level. And given the choice between playing a sport and writing, I’d probably
pick writing. Unless I had writer’s block or it was a seriously nice day
outside.
But enough about me. I'm rambling.
I feel obligated to inform any readers that while I love to write, I get
distracted very easily by other ideas or new passions and rarely finish longer
stories. I've been attempting to discipline myself and I've decided recently to
only post finished work. I will be posting, though, because I write a lot of
short stories and one shots. I'm happy to write those and love them, but
sometimes I just can't avoid ideas that spawn chapters upon chapters. It would
seem that I'm an all or nothing kinda gal when it comes to that – fairly short
or ridiculously long.
I'm also more inspiration driven
then I probably should be, but I'm working on that too.
I’ve revised, edited, and updated
several of my pieces, including Café
NightLife, Prizoner, and Frozen.
My revisions for Prizoner and
Frozen were largely in thanks to reviews of the really good, detailed kind, for
which I am very grateful. It’s been a long time since then, but I finally got
around to it. I thank both of you, and hope that kind of input continues.
I’ve also had some trouble with
poem summaries, at least my older ones, because I have yet to really understand
and master the art of summarizing poems.
Aoccdrnig to rsreeach at Cmabrigde
Uinervtisy, it deosn’t mttaer waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny
iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The
rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. This is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey
lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that
I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual
woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful,
tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner
of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the
two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could
adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a
coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk
again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating
high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we
wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid
getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed,
and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another
woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly
cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to
because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show
affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone
told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they
realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better
person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but
because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves
another male.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is
wrong. Please do your part to end it.
Thank you for visiting my profile. Please keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times, and enjoy your stay.
TS
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