Hello! The name is Scarlet-Rose-Nightcrawler. Very long, yes? Let me break it down:

Scarlet Rose - The name of my soon to be OC mutant that I will NOT be pairing with Nightcrawler or any other X-Men character because frankly, that annoys the CRAP outta me.

Nightcrawler – My Favorite Marvel character out of everyone. I have yet to read the actual comic due to my mother not enjoying me reading comics, but from the movies, TV shows, and the few pages of the comics I have actually skimmed over I adore his character.

Anyway, I’m a dancing, writing, drawing, singing, acting sophomore from Florida, who enjoys long useless conversations. :D I get distracted easily, and have a tendency to disappear for very long periods of time, and then suddenly show up again with a truck load of updates. I love random quotes, poetry, and things that don’t involve math.

You can call me Scarlet, or Rose. Both work fine. I’m working on a few ideas at the moment, but they are still in the development stages of their life, so I won’t post them ‘till I have the first five or so chapters typed up.

I like any pairing really. I tend to love more slash pairings then anything else, but I’m not one of those people where they only read the pairings they like and bash all the other ones. There are some pairings that kind of annoy me, *cough*OC/RandomCharactorFromRandomSeries *cough* but I don’t feel the need to hate on what other’s like, and I don't mind reading them but you know. You like what ya like.

Read this please.

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.

I’ll add more to this later when I’m less tired. ;