Hello... I'd tell you my name but you probably wouldn't say/ or think, to those who're reading this in their heads, it right so bleh.
Anyways... I live in england so if i ever end up writing anything it will be spelt the ENGLISH way, instead of the weird modified english american way (no offence to any budding american writers out there).
I don't really know what your supposed to put in favourites-I think it merits italics don't you??- So i'm just going to put stuff here. I love to read (obviously), anything really, i read just about every genre there is (except non-fiction blergh) but my favourite genre has got to be supernatural (anyone ever seen the show supernatural by the way? Awesome!!) i don't know why but give me werewolves and vamps anyday and it'll be finished by the next, no joke.
I love the films Gone In 60 Seconds, She's The Man, A Cinderella Story, Phantom of The Opera and Underworld:Rise of the Lycans. All have an element of romance in them, if a book doesn't have some sort of romance in it then i don't want it.
Music is just to much, lets just say it ranges from almost everything but i'm to lazy to write much else and i bet you can't be bothered to read anything else so we;re on even ground here. X)
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.
Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.