About me as a person... I'm very pro choice in everything. I'm very against prejudice in any form: homophobia, racism, sterotypes, yankees vs hicks, that sort of stuff. I'm very moody. I'm extreme in all forms of the word. I'm shy and that's enough about that.

About my writing, well, the words writer’s block wouldn’t actually describe what I’m going through at the moment. I have plenty of ideas, the problem is, none of them actually go along with a story that I’ve already started writing, or fit an update I’ve been trying to complete. When it comes to those things my brain always shuts down and no words come out. I’m all over the place and ideas for new stories keep filling my head, not ideas to complete others. It’s rather frustrating. I've been trying to complete a new chapter for Don't Stand So Far From Me for at least a month and a half. My brain always wanders off and starts a new story within my head. It sucks.

All of my stories are currently on hiatus I just can't write anything nowadays.

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I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg.

The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid.

Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae.

The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.

Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.

Amzanig huh?

Yaeh and I awlyas toghuht slpeling was ipmorantt! tahts so cool!

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.

My Bulletin

1-Team Jacob is bestiality

2-Team Edward is necrophilia

3- Homophobes are the ones who should go to hell not homosexuals

4- Fangirls are crazy, but i like crazy people so it doesn't matter

5- Everyone's life sucks so don't harp about your own

6- Sorry if I rant