Hello!

My name is Mari, and I'm from Norway! My favorite show in the world is CSI (Las Vegas), and I've written some fanfics 'bout the show.

My ship is The Love, and I'm very possessive about it. I'm sorry to all you Snickers or Sandles or CatNip fans out there, I just can't read your stories! I feel like my guys are cheating on each other whenever I read or (try to) write about it!

My favorite pairing in Harry Potter is Severus Snape and Harry Potter, followed by Snape and Lupin. I don't like Harry paired with Ginny 'cause I feel it's boring, and it doesn't feel right! Beseides, I'm a slash-fan, that's what I write, and what I like to read!

Other shows I like are: NCIS, Numb3rs, Buffy and Gilmore Girls. I can tolerate watching CSI: NY, but hate CSI: Miami (sorry!).

Favorite movies: Lord of the Rings-series, Philadelphia, Sleepers, Beautiful Thing, Little Voice, The Matrix-series, Brokeback Mountain, Harry Potter-series etc.

Favorite music: Metallica, Queen, R.E.M., The Real Group, Led Zeppellin, Kent, all types of rock and hard rock!

Favorite books: Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter-series and different Norwegian books (especially crime-books)

Notice: To all those who think Homophobia is wrong and want to fight for a better future for our gay and lesbian friends please re-post this into your profile:

I am the girl kicked out of her house because I confided in my mother I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister that 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 would 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 to much to bear.

We are the couple that had the Realtor hang up on us when she realized 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'm 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 partner who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because he 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 do your part to end it.

These are the lyrics from one of my favorite songs, Homophobia by Chumbawamba. I'm posting it here, becuase I think the lyrics are important, and I hope this can help those who still can't see that being homosexual is normal to see how wrong they are.

Up behind the bus-stop in the toilets off the streets
There are traces of a killing on the floor beneath you feet
Mixed in with the piss and beer are bloodstains on the floor
From the boy who got his head kicked in a night or two before

Homophobia
The worst disease
You can't love who you want to love in times like these

In the pubs, clubs and burgerbars breeding pens for pigs
Alcohol, testosterone and ignorance and fists
Packs of hunting animals roam across the town
They find an easy victim and they punch him to the ground

Homophobia
The worst disease
You can't love who you want to love in times like these

The siren of the ambulance the deadpan of the cops
Chalk to mark the outline where the boy first dropped
Beware the holy trinity - church and state and law
For every death the virus gets more deadly than before

Homophobia
The worst disease
You can't love who you want to love in times like these