My Name: Kay-D

About me: I am a wanna be writer just who loves writing for the heck of it. I hope to one day be writing stories that inspire my generation and many others. I love writing stories on Newsies and Life with Derek. So watch for my first story for Newsies called If I Were a Boy. It should be up soon.

I also love to write about Puckelberry and Harry Potter's Scorpius/Rose you want me to write about feel free to tell me! send me a message, friend me on facebook, follow me on twitter, or put it on the Reviews! Love ya and God Bless!!

AGE:18

Fav. College Team: Badgers

Fav. Football Team: Packers

Fav. Baseball Team: Brewers

Fav. High School Team: Redhawks

Fav. Colors: Blue, Purple, Red, and Blacks

Fav. Animal: Dogs (Dachshunds)

Fav. Movies: Twilight Saga, Step up 1-3d, Harry Potter Movies, The Breakfast Club, The Last Samuri, and Pirates of the Carribean movies

Fav. Ski Team: Rock Aqua Jays

Fav. Music: Country, Rock, Hip Hop, Musical and Contemporary

Fav. TV Show: DEGRASSI, GLEE, Vampire Diaries, Supernatural, Sonny with a Chance, True Blood and Days Of Our Lives

Fav. Books: The Vampire Diaries, The Vampire Academy, House of Night, Twilight Saga, etc.

Extra Curricular Activities:Campus life(Faith group), Writing, Reading, Fanfiction, Drawing, Chatting with Friends, Fishing, Listening to music.

How to Tell if You're a Writer

-If you talk to yourself.
-If you talk to yourself about talking to yourself (i.e. ‘I wonder why I talk to myself so much?’)
-If, when you talk to yourself, you sometimes speak as if talking to another person (i.e. ‘Okay, so have you ever noticed that the word ‘deliver’ could mean removing someone’s liver?’)
-If, after uttering a profound piece of wisdom like that above, you stare at the cookie in your hand in awe and say, ‘Wow, this is good stuff for sugar highs!’
-If you live off of sugar and caffeine.
-If people start to notice that you tend to check your e-mail every day for a week, then suddenly disappear off the face of the planet.
-If your e-mails tend to be pages long and incredibly random.
-If, when replying to someone else’s e-mail, you are sometimes so random that you fail to address the original message altogether.
-If you tend to collect the Bic Stics people leave lying around, kind of like picking pennies off the ground.
-If, no matter where you are in your room, you never have to so much as get up to reach a pen/pencil and paper.
-If the letters are starting to wear off on the keys of your keyboard.
-If people think you might have A.D.D.
-If you think it’d be cool to have A.D.D.
-If you start constantly talking in third person, past tense.
-If you think about making lists like this, and start giggling for no ‘apparent’ reason.
-If your friends don’t even bother to look funny at you anymore when you start giggling for no apparent reason.

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 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 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--

Although I myself am not homosexual I hate it when people ridicule others who are. Stop homophobia!

If you ever read past two in the morning, copy and paste this to your profile.