06/25/09 - From today until August 9 it's highly unlikely that I'll be on the computer at any point in time, but I should have plenty of time for writing. So when I get back I'll surely be updating stuff like crazy. (There will definitely be a sequel to Ticket to Hell and some more finished of See You at Dick's, as well as a short story or two that I'm planning and maybe the beginning of a long project.) So, look forward to it or whatever. And everyone else, update a lot so I'll have lots of reading to do when I get back. 'Cause I love all you crazy FictionPress writers.

See You at Dick's - A random story idea I had which I may or may not actually go through with. A boy who thinks he's straight enrolled in a boarding school for gays. I realize there's likely no such thing - the idea just amused me, so I went with it. Welcome to St. Richard's Boarding School for Boys, home of the Flaming Phoenixes. Welcome to Dick's.

Character Photos:
Jeremy
Carson

Auden and Kat - A compilation of the legends surrounding the god, Auden, and the man, Kat. Whatever. They're the stories of the religion in Rose for the Dead, a story which I may or may not be posting on FP. They're only up here because maybe some people will find them interesting, I don't know, I don't care. My first attempt at writing something in a myth style.

Ticket to Hell - Meet James. He's Catholic, he's a goody-goody, he loves animated Disney movies. And he's convinced he's going to hell. One-shot, M/M slash.

Dress in Drag - Disney and ice cream and crying and kissing. Sequel to Ticket to Hell. One-shot, M/M slash.

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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.

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