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.

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I got lost in thought; it was unfamiliar territory.

If the world gives you lemons, you can make lemonade...or you can make a biologically engineered virulent air-born pathogenic virus that will wipe out the entire population of the planet, which would be a lot cooler.

Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.

I like work. It fascinates me. I could sit and stare at it for hours.

Somewhere on Earth, every ten seconds, there is a woman giving birth to a child. She must be found and stopped.

I'm not insane; I'm a writer. Now shut up so I can listen to the voices in my head.

The way I look at it is that you haven't committed me into a mental hospital...yet.

Your voice offends my ears.

You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness.

One day, we're going to look back on this, laugh nervously and then change the subject.

Welcome to the Internet! Pants optional.

I like you. When I rule the world, your death shall be quick and painless.

I didn't say it was your fault; I said I was going to blame you.

Give a person a fish, and they will eat for a day. Give the person the Internet, and they won't bother you for weeks.

When angry, count to ten. When very angry, swear.

I love deadlines. I especially love the whooshing sound they make as they go flying by.

There are very few personal problems that cannot be solved through a suitable application of explosives.

Knock knock. Who's there? You know. You know who? That's right, AVADA KADEVRA!

Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question; yes is the answer.

Never hit a man with glasses, use a baseball bat.

You can't make someone love you, but you can stalk them until they give in.

Crying solves nothing; try violent mood swings.

Teachers don't like finding notes on world domination.

Me? Bitchy? Oh, I'm sorry; I never really learned how to say "Fuck you" politely.