Hi.
You don't know me.
Even if you know me in real life, you don't know this side of me.
I could live across the street or across the country, or even across the world.
In the end, it doesn't really matter.
All that matters is the story you read.
But, to satisfy a little curiousity: I am a college-attending coffee-addicted female in the USA with undiagnosed ADD, ADHD, OCD, any other --D's you can think of, and manic depression.
And, in case you can't figure it out from the stories, I have a girlfriend. I don't let being gay define me, but if you feel you must flame a story and damn me to hell, first know this: I was raised Southern Baptist. I have to listen to my family condemn it every time I go home. I highly doubt there is something you can tell me that I haven't heard, believed, and told other people for the majority of my life.
Aaaaand, just in case you're one of those fire-breathing bigot zealots, I have one thing to say to you: I don't know which Jesus you learned about, but mine did not condemn and judge people. He ate, traveled, talked, and listened to them. And loved them. All of them. You might want to re-evaluate your methods.
Whew, soapboxes are exhausting.
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