I was born and raised partially in New York City. Throughout the years, I've moved more than I can possibly hope to remember. Most of the situations were less than pleasant but at least i'm done with them, right? I like writing, probably as much as I like Art and Music which is a lot, considering I'm obsessed with all three things. I'm a teen and both my parents are insane. No, I'm not saying that because I wan't to sound rebellious or cool-my parents are in fact, a bunch of nutcases who spend most of their time venting their frustrations on anyone in sight. Seriously, my father, with his thick spanish accent spends most of his time being incredibly judgmental and overbearing. On Fridays when we visit him to collect the weekly child support, he repeats the same phrase when we walk through the door and when we walk out, "Keep your guard up,"
Through my entire childhood, i was convinced he was saying, "Keep your guide up," as in, study and keep good grades, do the right things, blah blah blah. Much to my surprise, i recently realized that what he was actually saying was, "Keep Your guard up," which in turn, had nothing to do with grades or school at all, for that matter. What he meant was, stay away from boys. Honestly, as if my sheer awkwardness didn't already drive them away. Needless to say, my sisters and I never quite knew how to reply to that so we never did say anything in response to that. The man is nuts but it's not as if my mother is much better. She whines all the time and then complains over the most ridiculous things.
"You can't do anything right, can you?" she said one afternoon. I forgot what the hell she'd asked me to do that i'd done wrong but she was too busy ranting to explain. She kept saying that one line over and over. i guess it was meant to be rhetorical but my big mouth didn't seem to understand that. She'd asked the question again and this time i said, "Guess not"
to this day, i don't know what possessed me to say such a thing to my mom but she blew a gasket! seriously, I hadn't been beaten since i was ten and that day, i had the feeling, she thought it had been much too long. i waited for her to throw something at me and proceed to gra her belt or something but luckily, my sister stepped in and save my sorry ass.
"She wasn't being sarcastic, Ma," my eldest sister said briskly, her eyes warning me to back it up.
"yeah..erm..I wasn't," was something along the lines of what I said. i'm not so sure it was those words exactly but I knew it was something incredibly lame and wimpy. I wanted the courage to say exactly what I wanted to say. truth was, i had been sarcastic but honestly, another silent evening under her irritable words was going to drive me off the edge and I'd kill her. I'd grab something and throw it at her obnoxious, big, horribly dyed mane of cropped hair.
as a result of my parents, i try not to judge.
HOMOPHOBIA IS GAY
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday
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 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 woman who died when the EMT s 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 didn't 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 ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"
--IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG... REPOST THIS--
I do believe homophobia is lame. i think that people are who they are and being mean and ignorant about them and their sexuality won't change anything. It'll only make matters and it's their business. i hate that people have to meddle and be so harsh. it annoys me to no end. it just makes me angry. if you believe that, repost it!
I accept fair criticism but being snippy is something I truly do not appreciate. I'm a fan of the not so saccharine moments and appreciate gore now and then but nothing too scary!
Favorite Books, writing etc.
Twilight series
Harry Potter series
Anything Sarah Dessen
Maximum Ride series
Wicked series
Rats Saw God-Rob Thomas
The Tell-Tale Heart-Edgar Allan Poe
Charlie Bone series...hehehe.
When She Was Good-Norma Fox Mazer
Montmorency-Eleanor Updale
Premonition-Jude Watson
Size 14 isn't Fat Either-Meg Cabot
The Wave-Todd Strasser
Hope Was Here-Joan Bauer
Losing Christina Collection-Caroline B. Cooney
Rules of The Road-Joan Bauer
The Afterlife-Gary Soto
Taming The Star Runner-S.E. Hinton
The Outsiders-S.E. Hinton
The Catcher in the Rye-J.D. Salinger
To Kill a Mockingbird
A Face First-Priscilla Cummings
Death Be Not Proud-John Gunther
1,2,3 summers of the traveling pants
The list could seriously go on and on. sorry to those who I've thoroughly pushed into a self induced coma.
I'm pretty eclectic in my choice of reads so I read pretty much anything. Anything I haven't written down is probably due to my lack of memory or probably because I didn't consider it favorite worthy. Anyway, I hope you like what I have to contribute. That's it.
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