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04 January 2020 @ 02:00 pm

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» I won't comment unless I have something to say, deal with it.
» I cut people that I don't feel comfortable sharing my life with.
» I curse and I speak my mind, if this offends you then don't friend me.
02 November 2010 @ 09:06 pm
I'm writing two stories this year, still aiming for at least 50K with the two of them combined.

None of them are really Originals if I'm honest, one is a Dresden Files/Nightside crossover with possibly added Lost Girl. Lots of fun and awesome characters that can be pitched against one another in all kids of ways. The other one is a self-indulgent AU of Sado, in all its pride and joy. So far I'm up over 1200 words on my crossover and just under 2000 on my AU!Sado. I'm not sure how the hell this is going to work out but I'm sure it will, somehow.

Yeah, I'm all kinds of crazy.
Mood: crazy
12 January 2010 @ 03:31 am
In memory of family and friends who have lost the battle with cancer; and in support of the ones who continue to conquer it! Post this on your LJ if you know someone who has or had cancer. 93% won't copy and paste this. Will you?
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30 January 2007 @ 01:47 pm
I just removed some people from my friends list, and I don't intend to add them back.

There are several reasons why I've decided to remove people so take your pick;

#1 We don't have anything in common (anymore).
#2 I don't read your entries.
#3 We never talk to one another.
#4 You're barely active.
#5 I don't even know you at all.

I think that says it all. So be offended if you want to but honestly I don't think you'll care or even see this.
Though if you do I would appreciate it if you could remove me from your friends lists as well.

That's all!
Mood: tired
Music: Hello, DEAR NUMBERS
25 August 2005 @ 02:39 pm
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 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.

Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong
Mood: tired
Music: Creed - Wash Away Those Years