My name is Shelby. I love reading and writing yaoi. I am also old enough to read and write yaoi. I have a 4 year old nephew that I adore and a smart ass boyfriend who is also a sarcastic bastard. As of August 2013 my new nephew was born. He looks just like me and his older brother.

Eyes: Grey/blue

Hair: Light blond

Length: Short, stops just under my ears.

Skin: Pale (especially next to my sun kissed boyfriend)

I always look pale next to him. Its sad. My favorite color is black and blood red. My friends say that I'm a dark person.

I am so sick of homophobic bastards. I have a lot of gay friends and I will kick anyone's ass if they say anything bad about them (My uncle found that out the hard way hehe.). I have been suspended before for beating the shit out of a 16 year old who thought it was wise to bully my 14 year old gay brother. If you bully gay people then beware that there are people out there like my friends and I who will make you regret it for the rest of your life and the afterlife.

Why is it that a girl can wear guy clothes and have short hair and everything is fine, but a guy with long hair and wears girls clothes and is treated as if he committed a crime? My little brother wore a girls t-shirt, girl skinny jeans and had put his hair into a high ponytail and went to one of our cousins birthday parties and when everyone at the party realized that he was a guy they tried to kick him out (no adult except my aunt and uncle tried to do anything) and were mad when my cousin, his parents, and I told them that if they were going to be homophobic pricks, then to get the fuck out. God I wanted to beat the shit out of them and their parent for not stopping their kids and for looking at my brother as if he was disgusting. Parents teach your kids that being gay is not a crime and everyone else being gay is okay and don't bully or be bastards.

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 did not 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 who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Her name was Auroura
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic

Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair

She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound

Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endore

A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear
And softly cries
She loves her parents
But they want her to die

She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
" God, why? Why is
My life always sinking? "

Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did

Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made

She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
" You deserve to die
You worthless pest! "

The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying

Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor

It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms

HOMOPHOBIA IS GAY

I am the boy who never finished school because I was called a fag everyday.

I am the girl who got kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I was a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because no one will hire a transsexual.

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 wouldn't allow my partner of 27 years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up to the nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family i have ever had. I wished they could adopt me.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before my high school graduation. It was just 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 one person who does not know which bathroom to use so the management doesn't come for me.

I am the mother who is not even allowed to see 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 father who never hugged my son because I grew up afraid to show affection to males.

I am the Home Ec teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians could teach it.

I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized i was transsexual.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because i don't believe, but because they closed the doors to my kind.

I am the girl ashamed to tell my own friends that I am a lesbian because they 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 said they needed to 'teach me a lesson'.

I am the person who needs to hide what this world needs the most: love.

AND...

...because good things happen too:

I am the guy who came out to the entire school in his senior speech and got a standing ovation for his courage.
I am the girl who kisses her girlfriend on the sidewalk and laughs at those who glare.
We are the couple who planned and studied and got a damn good lawyer and BEAT the state that wanted to take our child away.
We are the ones who took martial arts classes and carry pepper spray and are just too dangerous to gay bash.
I am the trans-gender person who uses the bathroom that suits me, and demands that any complaining staff explain their complaint to my face in front of the entire restaurant--and shares with my other trans friends which restaurants don't raise a stink.
I am the mother who told her lesbian daughter to invite her girlfriend over for dinner.
I am the father who punished his son for calling you a fag.
I am the preacher who told my congregation that love, not hate, is the definition of a true follower of God.
I am the girl who did not learn the meaning of "homosexual" until high school but never thought to question why two men might be kissing.
I am the woman who argues (quite loudly and vehemently) with the bigots who insist that you do not have the right to marry or raise children.
We are the high school class who agrees, unanimously, along with our teacher, that love should be all that matters. I am the child who was raised going to gay marriages and civil unions, becuase my parents never taught me to hate.

I am making a difference. Hate will not win if we do not let it. If you agree, repost this.

Copy and paste this on your profile please! I am blind so can't see, I am deaf so can't hear and I am mute so can't speak, But I can still make magic,

1) I need to tell you a secret. go to 5

2) the answer is... go to 11

3) don't get angry. go to 15

4) calm down don't get frustrated. go to 13

5) first go to 2

6) don't be angry just go to 12

7) I just wanted to say hi

8) what I wanted to tell you is...is on 14

9) Be patient and go to 4

10) this is the last time I'm going to send you to a number. go to 7

11) I hope ur not annoyed when I say this...but go to 6

12) sorry out of order. go to 8

13) don't get mad just yet...go to 10

14) I don't know how to say this but... go to 3

15) You must be really bored so go to 9

COPY AND PASTE If YOU Found That Funny

Yes I am a girl and I hate Justin Bieber and One Direction... post this to your profile if you agree.

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If you could read that put it in your profile

Once... There was a girl with long black hair... she was pretty. Very pretty. One day, someone pushed her in front of the mirror, thus making her head hit shards of glass... Blood scattered on the remaining shards. Her face remains in the mirror forever... and ever... and ever... Until she succeeds to kill her jealous murder. She will haunt you. Everywhere you go. In your dreams, on your street, on your phone... One day... when you look in a mirror, after reading this, she will appear. "You're not pretttyyyy..." she'll say. You'll die that day because of a shard stuck in your brain... If you post this on your profile, she will bother your worst enemy. You will be rewarded.

Sorry that I haven't been able to update. My computer crapped out and my sister just bought me a tablet. I will update them soon.