Hello my Duckies. This is my profile, where I shall give you all the usual obligatory information about myself. On the off chance that you actually read this. Or care.

I’m a twenty year old English major/would-be fantasy author…my personal role models are authors like Tamora Peirce, Mercedes Lackey, JK Rowling and JRR Tolkien.

I'm a major yaoi fan, so my stories will most likely be slash fics...consider yourself forewarned. I have very little patience for ignorance or hatred, so if you feel an urge to lecture me on antiquated guidelines for morality or just feel a general need to spew animosity into the universe, please find someone else’s time to waste. Everyone is welcome to their opinion; that is part of what freedom is. It is a freedom that I donned a uniform every day for two years to protect. That being said… please keep those hard-fought-for opinions to yourself.

I'm often mistaken as quiet and/or shy, but the unfortunate ones who actually get to know me and call themselves my friends...well, they know better. I’ma rather loud and bouncy red-headed tomboy; I consider daydreaming a past-time, spend inordinate amounts of time on the computer, love animals, read excessively and compulsively, and have a healthy appreciation for the arts. When not at college, I spend my time reading, writing, drawing and talking to my lovely geeky friends.

I love fantasy, manga, and star trek (spirk…the original slash pairing), and regularly patrol this site in search of a good story about my favorite fandoms.

Live, love, laugh and hug a llama.

I'm working on 4 stories right now, simultaneously (eek!), and I will try to update in a semi-regular manner. I've a lot of responsibilities with University and my job, as well as a novel I'm working on in whatever spare time I can steal. Forgive me. I will do my best.

CLICHED AND IT FEELS SO GOOD: I've honestly no idea how many chapters this monster of a first story will go on for...I started writing it in a notebook WAY back in the 9th grade, and let me tell you, translating that sparse storyline written in faded pencil into something I would present to you with my name attached is no small feat. It's growing as I write it, things I left out way back then demanding to be put in, and there is a lot of filling out and upgrading going on. Please bear with me.

LEARNING TO LIVE: This story will only be 3 or 4 chapters long, and while I've not got it completely written out and squirreled away in a notebook somewhere, I do have a definite idea of how it will play out and eventually end.

TREASURE ISLAND: this came to me late at night (that happens often, my sleep pattern is so out of whack) and I told myself that it would have to wait, that I needed to finish my other stories before starting a new one...and yet I posted it anyway. Once the idea had latched on to me, there was simply no way to resist. This one, too, I've only an outline of, and have no real grasp of how long it will be, so it will take longer to write.

A PEEK INTO THE FUTURE: I do love Draco and Harry so, and will undoubtedly be writing more stories for them to star in, but I do plan to do some branching out... I've no definite plans for stories at the moment, but I will probably cook up something to do with SasukeXNaruto, perhaps some lovely SpockXKirk, and a weird desire to produce some tsu'teyXjakesully...heh.

WARNING: I'm in UR fandom...slashing UR dudes.

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.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it