Hi I'm Zoe or Josaphine Allibrandi.

(Zoe is my real name but my favourite character in any book I have ever read by quite a margin is Jossaphine Allibrandi)

I hate writing about myself, so I wont.

If you want to read one of my fics my favorite is one thats currently underway and in the process of being written, Crivens ye wee daftie', however my most popular is definitely A helping hand.

If anyone has any ideas they want me to write frankly I'd be honored, or if you like I'd be more then happy to include you as an O.C. in my next story.
Also I want to hear from people.
So P.M. me.
So I know your real.
So I know your out there.

Jo

PS.

If your looking for some really good Harry Potter stories have a look at my freind Claudia's, she's kinda amazing.
(I may have been coerced into writing that but yeah, she's one of my literary idols)

HOMOPHOBIA IS GAY

(curtesy of AmazingAdam28)

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"
--IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG... REPOST THIS--

The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here."

The black man turned around and stood up.

He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK, When I grew up I was BLACK, When I'm sick I'm BLACK, When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, When I'm cold I'm BLACK, When I die I'll be BLACK. But you sir, When you're born you're PINK, When you grow up you're WHITE, When you're sick, you're GREEN, When you go in the sun you turn RED, When you're cold you turn BLUE, And when you die you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored?"

The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away... Post this on your profile if you HATE racism

Random Poem by Yours Truly:

sometimes you make me laugh so hard

you know me so well you know what to say

a nudge, a point, a giggle and laughter

when we’re happy it makes my day.

sometimes you make me want to cry

but you never seem to notice.

you push me till I literally run

you don’t care or your act is flawless.

sometimes you make me feel so special

you whisper every thing in my ear

we can do it, us against the world

you tell me just what I need to hear.

sometimes your cold and cut of

you pick on any little thing

you patiently tell me every thing I do wrong

you make me feel like hiding

so sure you’ve got your demons

and I know you cant just put them on a shelf

but sometimes it would be nice

if you’d just keep them to yourself

its not that I don’t care

I care a lot believe me

but I’ve got demons to

I just don’t always let you see

but even though your demons become mine,

I guess that’s what friends are for

and that is what we are,

the closest friends for sure

and in an awkward way i love you

though our demons wont let me say it

but I hope you know somehow

I wouldn’t change you a bit.