Ummm, hi. I'm PureElement, and I guess I'm supposed to write some kind of profile. Okay, let's get started... Hmmm, this might be harder then I thought.

Favorite Food : no idea (though anything with chocolate is good)

Favorite Shows : don't have one

Favorite Movies : Pirates of the Caribbean and anything done by Haiyao Miyazaki

Favorite Books : don't have one

Favorite Sport : Martial Arts

Favorite Band/Musician : Linkin Park and Evanescence

Favorite Things To Do : Sleep, work on Karate, write, read, study Japanese and draw.

Favorite Pairing(s) : Ummmm, I don't really have any favorites. It depends on the story.

Just so you know, I don't write lemons or limes. If I have a story that't rated M then it's because of violence and language. That's just the way I roll. I'm willing to write custom oneshots if the storyline works out. If you want to contact me about it, then e-mail me. My e-mail should be on my profile. If it's not, then just yell at me in a review and I'll fix it.

I don't appreciate flaming, though constructive criticism is welcomed with open arms.

By the way, even though most of my stories are dark, I'm a happy person. When I'm sad, I write. I write about sad, angsty, depressing things. I write them out, and then I feel better. :D Its a great way to deal with stress and things I'm unhappy about. So just because I write about some girl who kills herself, does NOT mean I'm suicidal. In fact, I'm a very happy person. Tee hee. Just thought I'd make that clear to everyone. Hope you enjoy my stories!! Don't forget to review.

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 their 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 had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not on of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple we 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 only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realised I was transsexual.

I am the person who fells guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with the society hating me.

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

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