Mm, yeah... Editing my profile, because evidently I was 12 when I wrote it... Actually, this isn't so much an edit as a start-from-scratch...

I'm R. Darkstorm. I'm on the twitter, LJ, and good old FB. I no longer write fanfiction. Realized I'm not all that great at it, but that's okay. I am, however, good at beta reading. My brain and eyes seem to work together to find any and all flaws in spelling, grammar, and the flow of the words. So if you need one, I'm there.

I'm female. I prefer reading f/f pairings, but I'll tolerate some hetero *if* it's really exceptionally well written.

Oh. And if your story is crap, I'll let you know that, and I'll probably stop reading it at that point. If it's great, I'll tell you that too. Honesty is important. Though if your story *is* crap, I'll try to tell you how you can make it better. Besides, honesty without compassion is brutality. And pointers can help your writing become better.

Favorite fandoms are Rizzoli & Isles, Xena: Warrior Princess, Terminator: the Sarah Connor Chronicles, Law & Order: SVU, Law & Order: Criminal Intent, X-Files, Alien: Resurrection, and assorted anime series.

Recent news: There is now a Cult of Uranus page on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/pages/Cult-of-Uranus/222542657796039 clicking the "Like" button gives you membership. Feel free to join!

9-7-11: I seem to now be writing fanfic again... Joy!

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong...

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.