So. My name's Roen. I apparently have a 'ridiculous obsession with fanfiction', or at least that's what my mother says.

About me...Hmmmm...

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...apparently I'm not very exciting.

A Pitiful Monster: By Kira Sakuya

You're right.

No matter how many times you're cut down,

How many times your skin is torn,

How many times your bones get crushed,

You always come back to life.

But the pain is always the same.

And everytime you're killed,

You taste it again and again.

That same horrible suffering.

That same agonizing pain.

How tragic.

Eternal agony with no death to put an end to it.

A pitiful monster.

A pitiful.

Retched.

Monster.

Just like me.

I Am

I am the boy who never finished high school because I got called a fag every day.

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

I am the prostitute working the streets because no one will hire a transexual 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 in to see me.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away form the two fathers who are the only loving family I 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 a year, I'll 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 ones who had the realter hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one bedroom apartment for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom to 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 said that I was an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic violence survivor who found the support system suddenly grow cold when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic violence survivor who never had a support system because I am a man.

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 found out I was a transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't always have to 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 the world needs most; love.

I am the person afraid of telling his loving Christian parents that he loves another male.

I am the person ashamed to tell my friends that I am a lesbian because they make fun of them.

I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a pulp, and left to die because two straight men wanted to teach me a lesson.

If you think homophobia is wrong, repost this in you're profile. Please do your part. It has to end some how.

And I'm not really sure what else I'm supposed to write in this thing, so I'll leave it at that for now.