So, I've been out of the game for awhile, but I'm back, taking a break from trying to get my original novel published, and trying my hand at some fanfiction again, mostly because I miss it so much. For those of you who are waiting for updates on my older stories, I will be getting back to them, just as soon as I can get some of this new story out of my system. Sorry for the long wait!

12/13 A/N: Okay, so I'm writing again, I promise. The problem is that I write everything out by hand before it gets typed because most of my writing gets done at work, and I don't have a computer there; and I hate going back and typing things up. Hopefully this will change once a get a tablet that I can take with me, and type things from the start. In the mean time, I'm getting stuff up as quickly as I have time, which is usually (and not always) the one day a week I have off. REVIEW, it gets me writing, even if you don't see it right away.

Please enjoy!

Well, everyone... I'm back! I can't tell you how thrilled I am to be able to update again!

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"

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