Just here to write my heart out. c: Oh and by the way I write all kinds of stories from sad to funny and yuri to yaoi. :3 So you never have to get bored with my stories! :DD

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Small description of Akida

Age: 15.

Hair color: Light Brown.

Eye color: Right one is blue and the left is green.

Gender: Male.

Job: Assassin.

Favorite color: Electric Blue.

Small description of Nao (Aka: Me)

Age: 15.

Hair color: Jet Black.

Eye color: Red.

Gender: Female. (sometimes Male)

Job: Owner of a small tea house.

Favorite color: Lime Green.

HOMOPHOBIA IS GAY

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 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 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 woman who died when the EMT s 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 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 boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"
--IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG... REPOST THIS--

Remember when you thought boys had cooties... when friends were new, dreams were un-shattered and worries few... when recess was too short and life was too long... decisions came easily without need to belong... when storks delivered the babies and passions weren't so strong... friendships were un-broken... right was right, and wrong was wrong... when bad things didn't happen... when only skinned knees brought tears and the night light in it's socket quieted all our fears... when farewell meant just for summer and real friends didn't part... the fun went on forever and never left a broken heart...