Name: Shiruy, Shi, Shi-chan (although you can call me Shiruy-sama if you really want to xD)

Age: 19

Mail: Dark_Spike@gmx.de

Favourite Fandoms: Too many to even bother trying to count them all. It's a pretty safe bet that I know just about every main fandom there is, and if I don't know it yet I'll run to Wikipedia and learn all about it as soon as I find an intriguing story.

Favourite Pairings: Same as with fandoms - there are just too many. Let's just say I like yaoi, unusual pairings and may have an unhealthy interest in forbidden relationships (they just add that extra little bit of spice to a story, you know what I mean?)

Favourite Bands: Thousand Foot Krutch, Evanescene, Linkin Park, Schandmaul, Puddle of Mudd, Nine Inch Nails, Crossfade, Saliva, Lifehouse, Apocalyptica, Wicked (musical), Papa Roach, and loads of others

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.

READ THIS:

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working on the corner because no one will hire a transsexual women.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother's hand through the pain, 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 in my 27 partner into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the most 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 left me in a coma for 3 weeks, and in another year, I'll be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks after graduating high school. It was simply too much to bare.
We are the couple who have the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom to go into so no one will call management.
I am the mother not allowed to see her children that I gave birth to, nursed and raised because the court says I'm an unfit mother since I live with another women.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who suddenly had the support system go cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner was also a women.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who had no support because I am a male.
I am the father who never hugged his own son in fear of showing affection for another male.
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 when they realized I was a transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped going to church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their door on my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what the world needs, love.
I am the person who is afraid to tell his Christian parents that he loves another male.

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