Hallo. I currently live in California. I'm 18 and single (For now). I have a twin sister named Samantha who is 2 minutes older than me and has my black hair and green eyes. I like to read, write, and draw(though I'm not good at it). My nickname is Kara short for Karasu(Crow). My favorite bands are: My Chemical Romance, Slipknot, Korn, Mushroomhead, Evanescence, Tokio Hotel, Leather Mouth, Mindless Self Indulgence, Greenday, All American Rejects, The Original Broadway Cast, We The Kings, AFI, Papa Roach, and Drowning Pool. My favorite colors are Black, Turqoise, and Sunset. I like to read Manga like Bleach, Vampire Knight, Naruto, Fruits Basket, Death Note, and Ouran High School Host Club. I have black hair and green eyes that I wish were blue like my OC's. I read yaoi or slash (boyxboy relationships) so if you're a homophobe I don't want to talk to you. I am a boy who likes boys and that's about it. My dream is to go to Japan when I've raised enough money, and I might become a librarian or teacher. So yea.

Muahahahahaha: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kcrg0B_yJAo

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 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 one 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 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 EMTs 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 a warrior for my country serving proud, but can't be my true self because gays aren't allowed in the military.

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 who isn't sure what she is. I am the who is rejected by her "best friends" because of a less-than-conventional crush.

I am what I am and I don't know who because I am always thinking about what other people will make of me. Who am I? Not boy not girl, just me and little people care about who you are and what you long for when you look like someone else obviously and your wishes and dreams seem easily to be guessed. Fail.

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."

I am the boy, dragged into the locker room and raped because gays deserve to be punished.

I'm the person thats scared to come out to my peers, for they will reject me.

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The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here." The black man turned around and stood up. He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK, When I grew up I was BLACK, When I'm sick I'm BLACK, When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, When I'm cold I'm BLACK, When I die I'll be BLACK. But you sir, When you're born you're PINK, When you grow up you're WHITE, When you're sick, you're GREEN, When you go in the sun you turn RED, When you're cold you turn BLUE, And when you die you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored?" The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...

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One day Mrs. Jones went to have a talk with the minister at the local church. "Reverend," she said, "I have a problem: my husband keeps falling asleep during your sermons. It's very embarrassing. What should I do?"

"I have an idea," said the minister. "Take this hatpin with you. I will be able to tell when Mr. Jones is sleeping, and I will motion to you at specific times. When I motion, you give him a good poke in the leg."

In church the following Sunday, Mr. Jones dozed off. Noticing this, the preacher put his plan to work. "And who made the ultimate sacrifice for you?" he said, nodding to Mrs. Jones.

"Jesus!" Jones cried as his wife jabbed him the leg with the hatpin.

"Yes, you are right, Mr. Jones," said the minister. Soon, Mr. Jones nodded off again. Again, the minister noticed. "Who is your redeemer?" he asked the congregation, motioning towards Mrs. Jones.

"God!" Mr. Jones cried out as he was stuck again with the hatpin.

"Right again," said the minister, smiling. Before long, Mr. Jones had winked off again. However, this time, the minister did not notice. As he picked up the tempo of his sermon, he made a few motions that Mrs. Jones mistook as signals to bayonet her husband with the hatpin again.

The minister asked, "And what did Eve say to Adam after she bore him his 99th son?"

Mrs. Jones poked her husband, who yelled, "You stick that goddamned thing in me one more time and I'll break it in half and shove it up your ass!"

"Amen," replied the congregation.

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Name: Jake

Age: 18

Country: USA

State: California

Birthday: April 13

Sex: Dude

Sexuality: Gay

Status: Single.

Religion: Agnostic (Believes in something just doesn't know what.)

Fav. Animes: Naruto, Fruits Basket, Wolf's Rain, Ouran High School Host Club, and Death Note

Fav. Anime Characters: Gaara, Deidara, Sasori, Itachi, Tobi, Sasuke, Neji, Matt, Near, L, Matsuda, Light, Kiba, Yuki, Kyo, Shigure, Hatori, Haruhi, Kyoya, Hikaru, Kauru, and Mori.

Fav. Non-Anime: South Park, Family Guy, Futurama, Bones, House, Chuck, and The Marvalous Misadventures of Flapjack.

Fav. Non-anime characters: Jacob Black, Jasper Hale, Charlie Swan, Alice, Heath Luck, Erik Night, Damian, Jack, Stark, and about five million others.

Fav. Band: My Chemical Romance, Slipknot, Korn, Mushroomhead, Evanescence, Tokio Hotel, Leather Mouth, Mindless Self Indulgence, Greenday, All American Rejects, The Original Broadway Cast, We The Kings, AFI, Papa Roach, and Drowning Pool.

Fav. Movie: The Corpse Bride, Edward Scissorhands, Spirited Away, Howl's Moving Castle, and Incubus.

Fav. Music: Rock, Emo, Screamo, Heavy Metal, and Dark

Fav. Color: Black, Turqoise, Sunset, Forest Green, Neon Green

Fav. Animal: Wolf or fox

Fav. Fictional/Mythical/Fantasy Creature: Vampires and Werewolves. Basilisks are pretty cool too.

Fav. Food: Ramen!

Fav. Games: Fallout and Oblivion

Fav. Number: 13, 47, or 147( It goes straight up on the calculator)

Fav. Websites: Fanfiction.net, DeviantArt.com, Myspace.com and yaoi.y-gallery.net

Fav. Book: The Host, Gone, and the Twilight Saga