"You are what you are! Merciful Death, how you love your precious guilt." -Written by Anne Rice in Interview With the Vampire. I'm pretty sure it was said by Lestat.
Name: Kayla Aileen (not givin any last names, people!)
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Music: Music is my life. I like pretty much everything, excapt for country and rap, which makes my head bleed from the ears. My favorite genres are Screamo, Rock, and Punk. These are my fovorite bands and artists, though I could go for hours listing band names if I tried hard enough: Finger Eleven, Good Charlotte, Death Cab for Cutie, System of a Down, Bullet for my Valentine, Hawthorne Heights, 30 Seconds to Mars, Less Than Jake, Evanescence, Phantom Planet, The White Stripes, The Who, The Beatles, Hawk Nelson, Katy Perry, Incubus, HIM, Hot Buttered Popcorn, Fall Out Boy (the older stuff), Dashboard Confessional, Coldplay, Emilie Autumn, Slayer, Pantera, Puddle of Mudd, The Used, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Flyleaf, Paramore, Gackt, Ai Otsuka, Guitar Vader, Muse, Lincoln Park, Breaking Benjamin, Blue October, Operation Ivy, Taking Back Sunday, Bowling for Soup, Boys Like Girls, Superchick, Shiny Toy Guns, BoA, Dream, Marylyn Manson, Celtic, Woman, The Donnas, Utada Hikaru, Ayumi Hamasaki, Sugarcult, Weezer, Nicholback, U2, All American Rejects, and a whole bunch of others!
About Me: Classified as the 'Art Girl', or the 'Emo Girl', I pretty much hang with whoever can understand my rambling. I love to write but normally cant finish something unitl I get constructive critisism because otherwise I feel like there's no point. I'm bubbly when I'm in a good mood, I love my seventeen year old brother to death, and I have controlling - but not excessivly - parents. I want to be an author when I get older, but if I cant succeed with that, I want to be a pediactric phychiatrist. You like me, or you dont. I dont change for anyone.
My Appearance (Just in case you're wondering): I have long legs, a thin waist, broad shoulders and a long neck. I weigh 111- 116 lbs and I really feel that I need to diet because my best friends look like twigs next to me. I have an olive skin tone, though I am really pale since I hardly ever go outdoors, not that its my fault. I have no athletics period and therefore am always inside of a grey, depressing class room that sucks your very soul from your heart all day. I have short chestnut colored wavy hair that hangs just below the ear on my heart shaped face, and chocolate brown eyes behind square black mod glasses cuz my eyes are crap without them. I'm going to get braces pretty soon, but I'll only have them for two years. My grandparents call me a Dago - which apparently is an old word for Itallian - because of my complection, and also cuz I lurv Itallian food.
My Stories on the Site: I have loads of stories, but most of them are in notebooks, untyped and unedited. I am currently typing one of them up and editing it at the same time, and that is why the chapters are taking so long to update. You should totally read it and give me comments because I NEEDS them if I'm going to be pressured into typing more. I'm also very lazy, so nag me or something and I'll remember to bet out my notebook and start typing. But, yes, reviews for Men in Tights! would be greatly appreciated.
Men in Tights! is about a boy named Cliff who is gay, and has a crush on one of his best friends who is also gay. But, the thing is, Cliff was always dating girls... like, constantly. So his friend, Aden, had no idea until Cliff told him. Now, Aden also has a crush on Cliff, but neither of them know it! Tried and failed attmepts at telling each other how they feel, and whats this about tights in Drama Club?? Well, Review when I finally get more chapters up! Or now! Now would be a GREAT time to review!
And I guess that's it!
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 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.
If you think homophobia is wrong copy this into your profile
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