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.

I am the man who fears that I will never be able to be myself, to be free of this secret because I won’t risk loosing my family and friends.

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 EMTs 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 didnt 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 im 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 THINK HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG THEN REPOST THIS

You throw words at me as if to prove a point, but the only thing you have proven is you inferiority.Close this world. nepO eht txen.

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S: e c r e t I d e n t i t y

Hoi my friends of the 21st century.

Warm welcomes to my profile page, even if it is a peice of crap.

Enjoy.

Konnichiwa. Watashi- (Look down)

Name - I hate my name because its so common, so I'm going to call myself 'Attikin Castellano.' 'Attikin' for that person is one of my favourite fanfiction authors and "Castellano' because it is the surname of one of James Pattersons' characters from the Woman's Murder Club Series.

Age - 13

Gender - Female, though commonly thought of as a male adolescent by many people on the phone. Even my own grandparents thought I was my brother.

Social Status - Depends.

My real name is Jess.

Im Asian. I hate spelling and grammar. I live in Australia

Did I mention that Im also an insane 13 year old who just so happens to be a pyromaniac with anger managment problems, a fetish for large shiny objects AND a pagan?

Didn't think so.

I love reading in all its crazy forms. Ima big lover of humor stories, but I find occasional peace in angst. I know, scary isn't it? For someone to like humor and angst at the same time. I like to write, but I hate writing stories. Poetry is more my thing.

I adore all art and Im currently learning Latin at school and Japanese in my own time.

~Description~

Red-brown hair, shoulder height. No particular form whatsoever.
Brown eyes. Glasses
168 cm. (I find my height extremely frustrating as when I was 10 I was 168 cm. I'm still the same height 3 years later.)

Likes: Reading, music, painting, going to the beach, singing, getting sugar high, surfing the net, writing poetry, setting things on fire, manga/anime, mountain bike riding, laughing at other people's pain, learning really weird things (like how to make a crack pipe out of a coke can), blowing up stuff, taking pictures, recording my insane life, talking at an extremely fast pace, talking in various accents, snakes, spiders, flying, shiny things, my English class, MTV, movie marathons, casting spells, finding funny quotes and insults and anything else I forgot.

Dislikes: Mary Sues, my brother, Wednesdays, when people don't treat me as a responsible person, bitchy people, Financial Literacy, my brother, death metal, pixie sticks, instruction manuals, exams, my year advisor, my best friend's cow of a science teacher, certain Christian people, business studies, studying, writing with a pen and paper, shitty writing, pink, people who hate muslims, people who hate gay people, wussy guys, that guy who called me a loner, the bastard who nearly ran me over with his car, certain idiots who go to my school and anything in the near future.

Things I Randomly Blurt Out and My Favourite Sayings.

'Do not ever underestimate the power of idiots in large groups'

'What the flipping heck?'

'I REGRET NOTHING'

'This isn't an office, this is hell with flurescent lighting.'

'If men had their periods, they'd brag about the size of their tampons.'

'Its so dark, I can't see my self think!' - Kuwabara, Yu Yu Hakusho.

'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.' - Shakespear (sp?)

'behind every bird you flip, is a pile of shit.'

'NEH!' - Me

'I have plently of talent and vision, I just don't give a damn.'

'A conclusion is a place you go to when you get tired of thinking.'

'Chaos, panic and disorder. My work here is done.'

'I'm not being rude, you're just insignificant.'

'How do I set a laser printer to stun?'

'Ah.. I see the screw up fairy has visited us again...'

'Eat right, excersie, die anyway.'

'I will temporary rule the world, forever.'

'Santa is a damn fucking lie!'

Kurama: Come join us Hiei we're practically a family.
Hiei: KURAMA, Don't make me pull out your precious voice box'

Favourite Bands

Green Day
Evanescence (Only their old stuff)
The Used
My Chemical Romance
Linkin Park
30 Seconds to Mars
Simple Plan
Good Charlotte
3 Days Grace
Songs - Nightmare by Megumi Ogata and the Tetris Remix!

Fabvourite Anime/Manga

Chrono Crusade
World Embryo
Yu Yu Hakusho
Hellsing
Girl Got Game
Rockin' Heaven
Inuyasha
Fruits Basket
D.Gray Man
Card Captor Sakura

Yaoi is awesome.

But please, for the love of God, don't create love triangles that involve Kurama, Hiei and Karasu.

Its disgusting. Truly disgusting.

Also, someone PLEASE explain to me the logic behind MelloxNear storied from Death Note. I'll pay you a million bucks. Seriously.

Im so happy! I finnaly put something up on my profile. wOOt. And people actually like it... o_O

Japanese:

Ai- love
Baka yarou- stupid basterd
Kanashi- sad
Kudasai- please
Zettai- never
Yoshi- alright
Dou itashimashite- you’re welcome
Hai, so desu- yes that’s right
Ame- rain
Daijoubu- Ok
Daijoubu ka?- Are you Ok?
Reon- lion
Ryuu- dragon
Shi ne- die
Kuso- Shit
Chikuso- Holy shit

Well, that's all for now.

Ja Ne.

Now shoo, go get stoned or something.

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor
Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrows never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;--
This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping--tapping at my chamber door--
That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door:--
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
Tis the wind and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a statley raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the contenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quote the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further than he uttered--not a feather then he fluttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before--
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore"

Startled by the stillness broken by reply so apply spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore--
Till the dirges of his Hope the melancholy burden bore
Of--'Never--nevermore.'"

But he Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore--
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat devining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er.
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee--
Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!":
Quote the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!--
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by Horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore--
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!"
Quote the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the destant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quote the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!--quit the bust above the door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quote the Raven "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted--nevermore!