What to say about myself?? Hmmm, I'm a Computer Science/English major who has done a lot of writing, but is just beginning to write fan fiction. Being a perfectionist, I keep rewriting everything hoping to make it better. I am currently working on several projects with my co-authoress, prophet144--together our stories are under the pen name "A Warrior's Prophet"--please check them out! Now, if school and work will give me a break...

I'm a MAJOR Power Rangers geek--mainly MMPR, PRZeo, PRTurbo, and PRDinoThunder. Basically, if it has Tommy in it...I'm there. I, however, am most definitely NOT a Kimberly fan, so you will never see a story from me bringing Tommy and Kim back together. That has been done TO DEATH!! Please people, move on. I'm much more likely to write Tommy slash--Jason and Adam being my favorites. Don't like slash, don't read it!

Actually, I've come to realize that I don't have much use for female rangers in general. The characters, at least the way they were written, were weak. I think they were mostly there to be the 'damsel in distress' to the male rangers' 'knight in shining armor'. Maybe I'm wrong, I don't know. Anyway, I think that's why I favor slash. The male characters are just stronger and more well-developed. That and the fact that Tommy, Jason, Adam, etc. are extremely hot . . .

Anyway, if you ever see a spelling or grammatical error in any of my stories, please email me immediately! I cannot stand that! There is no excuse for sloppy writing--get a proofreader!

That's about it for now. Things will get more interesting soon...I promise. I have lots of ideas for future stories--just trying to find the time to get them on paper!

Oh yeah, Dagmar Buse is my hero!! She wrote the tour de force of Tommy/Jason slash--"More Than Friends and Brothers". Do yourself a favor and read it! (Make sure you block off some time, though. It's epic!)

I found the paragraph below on the profile of a fellow writer, Aisho Ren, and was touched by it, so I thought I'd repost it here. Personally, I'm straight, but discrimination is discrimination--wrong is wrong.

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