There really isnt much to say. I am 19, female, i was born and raised in San Diego,CA. Trust me it is not as exciting and people make it seem, there are only so many times you can go to seaworld or the beach, and have it still be fun. Um, I dont write fanfiction because i suck at it. I tried to write and posted some stories on my old account but i am pretty sure i took them down. I will read pretty much anything in any fandom, if i know the general premise of the show or book or movie. that is pretty much it.
Pairings i like:
Harry/Draco, Remus/Sirius, Chad/Ryan, Dean/Sam, Jayne/River, Gibbs/Tony, Danny/Martin, Casey/Derek, Riddick/Vakko, Riddick/Kyra(not jack because in my mind jack is the little girl from pitch black and to me she is too young for him then. And i know that kyra and jack are the same person. welcome to the weird way my mind works), Constantine/Chas, Jeff Hardy/ CM Punk, Jeff Hardy/Chris Jericho, John Cena/Randy Orton(because there is so much sexual tension there it is not even funny), John Morrison/The Miz, Chuck Bass/Nate, Hannibal King/Drake, Hannibal King/Abby Whistler, Brian O'Connor/Dom Torretto,Shawn/Lassiter, Chase/House
The list can probably go on forever so i think i will just stop there. As you can see i like slash fanfiction alot. there is just something about the forbiddenness that accompanies those stories that i love.
The white man said, "Coloured people aren't 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 and when I die I will be Black. But you sir, when you're born you're Pink, when you grow up you were White, when you're sick you're Green, when you're in the sun you're Red, when you're cold you're Blue, and when you die you will be Purple. And you have the nerve to call me coloured?" The black man turned around and sat down, and the white man walked away...
Post this on your profile if you hate racism.
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.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it
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