I care not for these ladies
They must be wooed and prayed
Give me kind Amaryllis
The wanton country maid
Nature art disdaineth
Her beauty is her own
Her when we court and kiss
She cries: forsooth, let go!
But when we come where comfort is
She will never say no,

If I love Amaryllis
She fives me fruit and flowers
But if we love these ladies
We must give them golden showers
Give them gold that sell love
Give me the nut brown lass
Who, when we court and kiss,
She cries: forsooth, let go!
But when we come where comfort is,
She will never say no.

The ladies must have pillows
And beds by strangers wrought
Give me a bower of willows
Of moss and leaves unbought
And fresh Amaryllis
With milk and honey feed,
Who, when we court and kiss
She cries: forsooth, let go!
But when we come where comfort is,
She will never say no.

- "I care not for these ladies" by Thomas Campion

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 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 they 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 put me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I might be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating. I was simply too much to bear.
We are 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 don't want management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to see 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 suddenly cold and distant when they found out my partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-abuse survivor who has no support system 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-ecomonics 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 Christian loving parents he loves another male.

Homophobia is wrong. Please post this if you agree. Don't be afraid to tell people.

sigh My Daddy and his new girlfriend are homophobes, too.

Well, I'm shampoo147 and my major interests in the fanfiction world is Harry Potter, a few thoughts on Artemis Fowl, but Harry Potter all the way! I mostly enjoy slash, but I'm not against any good stories, and my favorites are an odd collection of stories I picked up when I was still new to the fanfiction world. I mostly enjoy crossovers (mostly Harry Potter with POTC, x-men, Artemis Fowl, Death Note) and prefer Harry Potter stories where Harry is thrown into an Alternate Universe (Where Harry is an ordinary boy, or a Death Eater) or where he is not the Boy-Who-Lived.

Well, that's that, now I'm going to say a few quotes I like now.

"Everything we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream" -Edgar Allan Poe

"The world is a dangerous place to live, not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it." -Albert Einstein

"Just as it is difficult to imagine how we would feel if we had no conscience at all, so it is very hard to use one's imagination to construct an accurate picture of such a person. Amoral and uncaring, does he end up isolated on the edges of society? Does he constantly threaten and snarl and quite possibly drool, devoid as he is of such a fundamental human characteristic? One might easily imagine that Skip grew up to be a killer. In the end, perhaps he murdered his parents for their money. Maybe he wound up dead himself, or in the bowels of a maximum-security prison. Sounds likely, but nothing of the kind actually happened. Skip is still alive, he has never killed anyone, not directly at least, and -so far- he has not seen the inside of any prison. To the contrary, though he has not yet inherited his parents' money, he has become successful and richer than a king. And if you met him now, encountered him as a stranger in a restaurant or on the street, he would look like any other well-groomed middle-aged fellow in a pricey business suit.
How could this possibly be? Did he have a recovery? Did he get better? No. In truth, he got worse. He became Super Skip." -Page 40, The Sociopath Next Door

"His mother is there to be ignored, or sometimes baited. His sister is there to be tormented. Other women are sexual plunder and nothing more. He has been waiting since childhood for his father to do only one thing- to die and leave his money to Skip. His employers are there to be manipulated and used, as his friends have always been. His wife and even his children are meant for the eyes of the world. They are camoflage. Skp is intellectually gifted, and he is fabulous at the gamesmanship of business. But by far him most impressive talent is his ability to conceal from nearly everyone the true emptiness of his heart - and to command the passive silence of those few who do know . . . " Page 43, The Sociopath Next Door.