My own personal definiton of heaven: A library that has every book ever written in every subject possible with a completely computerized catalogue. Add to that the absence of any borrowing hours or return time limits; or any other conceivable constrait.

My own personal definition of hell: A place where people talk "IM" in everyday speech. An example would be something on the lines of: "He was ROFL-ing so hard, I LOL-ed" Euch!
I'm sorry, folks: but that's only marginally acceptable in short messages, NOT in emails AND CERTAINLY NOT in real life. Sorry, I've already warned you about my OCD: so be warned, non-compliance with that will entitle me to fits of screaming, shouting and tantrums involving thumb screws at the very least.

My own personal definiton of purgatory: Real life.

Essentially, I'm a person who loves my solitude. What that basically amounts to is that I'm that quintessential quite, reserved guy. That said, however, I'm fully capable of yabbering on for hours about the things that I like. Sadly, since the said 'things' happen to include Tolkein, Vampires, Mysticism, fantasy and gothic poetry; my talks are, as a general rule, monologues. Charitable souls have been known to describe me as engagingly boring. Ho hum.

I don't like prejudice; and consequently, I don't approve of prejudices. Of course, that doesn't mean that 'evil people' don't exist: hardly so. It's just that 'evil' in a person can almost never be discerned by looks and racial origins. Period.

I refuse to be afraid of homosexuality. Sorry, I've got far more sensible things to be afraid of- racists, rapists, corrupt politicians, deterioarating eco-systems and gnereal life, for instance. Neither do I agree that it's abnormal. My logic for that is simple: if it exists, then it's normal. We're no one to decide the what's natural and what isn't. Simple, isn't it? And as for it's immorality...please. I can think of dozens of seriously immoral things right off the top of my head right here.

I don't like fanaticism or chauvanism in any form. Let's get this clear: YOUR way is the right way for YOU. End of story.

My writing I generally write poetry: but that's because of my laziness more than anything else. I DO have plot bunnies for novels running free and unhindered around that mildly schizophrenic mind of mine. The only problem is, they're all in fragments. And I gotta tell you, it's very, very frustrating.

Another problem with my writing is that I can't write 'action sequences'. Not to mention the fact that I find my own proses to be excessively verbose. Ho hum.

I also write fan fictions: all of them about Charmed.

My Name: 'Caramir' is Sindarin (elvish) for 'Red Jewel' and comes from Caran+Mir.

Lots of good will from my end...friends and feedback are always welcome!

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Homophobia and You: They're people too! Stop the hate and spread the love!

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 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 .

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.