UPDATE in profile 6/14/07

Well, my loving readers, as of today I've gotten two reviews for The Fell Brotherhood. This is a shame, because it has gotten 112 hits. The only reason I extended Chapter: Potter is because of Riley Rose Russell (http://www.fanfiction.net/u/481362/). So to the rest of you, I honestly thank you for reading my story, but you won't get another chapter past 4 unless someone steps up and reviews.

I'm not saying it has to be a flowery "I love this fic write more!" type of thing. Just sign on and tell me what you honestly think about this fic, okay?

"Beauty is Beauty

Passion is Passion

Gender in my opinion has no influence on either."

- me

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.

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Hey all, if I even have any fans (doubtful at this point in time, but one can wish), I am willing to give away Elmira Lenore to anyone who wants it. Let me know and I'll take it down and send you any ideas I've come up with for the story, with which you can do whatever you like.

I am probably going to start posting more stories on here, and try to be faithful. I've recently found my Lost Notebook of Stories, you see, the place where I put every little plotted-upon piece of paper that I come up with. It has been a wonderful, muggy day sorting through those. I've come up with a few catagories, catigories...story lines...that may interest you. It is only a matter of figguring out what the heck I've written, as my cursive is fun to write but horrible to read...

If at anytime you have plot ideas, places where I could re-write to make more sense, or just don't agree with the way I'm writing my stories, please, let me know. I write for myself in my hardcopies. Here, I write for you.

Oh, and as everyone knows, we fanficiton writers live on cookies and reviews!