oh hello there it seems like you've managed to stumble across my profile page. Please stay and read a bit and for those who have been here before sorry there used to be a bunch of stuff up here but I lost it all now i got to painstakingly put it back together.

I've had an empty page for a while now but only because I'm to lazy to fill it out, but now it's 1: 38 in the morning i can't sleep and I'm bored so here we go.

Name: just call me by my profile name please.

Gender: mentally or biologicaly and does it really matter?

Age: old enough to know better.

now where should we begin ? oh yes . I like YAOI and most if not all my stories will contain it in some form or another. I'm Pansexual/ Omnisexual call it what you will for those of you who don't know what that means...look it up I don't feel like explaining. If that's just not your cup of tea then mosey along now and it was nice to meet you

I was raised in an old fashioned sense so no matter how liberal i wish to be there are certain things that are just ingrained in my mind. I've guess I've adjusted some of the ideals my parents have taught me to fit with my own so I will always be respectful of your opinions though I may not like them. Because of that i will ask you to please respect mine.

"Are you like a crazy person?"

"I'm quite sure they will say so."

- V for Vendetta

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

I am me.

.Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.