Hey, uhm... yaaahhh heres my profile. :D

Name: Claire Bear

Real Name: Shut up. It's Claire Bear.

Age: 17

Hair color: Brown, the hair cut itself is emo i guess. Its swooped ovah me eye- and the back sticks out all spiked ;)

Height + Weight: 5'5, and no I'm not fat.

Hobbies: Drawing comics(tons of fun!), writing stories, playing spooky ps2 games, soccer is my favorite sport and a hobby. I will also be including Base Guitar in this section. Yesh. And singing!

News: (This here will be news I shall post for you all. lol!)

March 15, 2009 Post:

Soo sorry I havent been able to write much. :( but ive been busy with school and my junior year has been hectic. Senior year is ... going to be worse- but my classes are easy- okay ill explain- My classes include- civics/econ (not a problem), 2 periods of language arts (i already did all my language arts required so im going into a sort of teaching route (tho im not going to b a teacher) because itll give me units and its the only filling academic class i can take that i havent done. then i have algebra 2 (i suck at math, and im retaking it in order to score higher). and then i have AP ART (working on breath pieces this year,but its still AP...) then I have vocal ensemble (no prob, unless i make it into my schools coral company (X advanced singing) and itll take up some of my time but then who says ill make it?LOL, and then im going into Drama/soccer. drama will require a lot of time (lines) and soccer is the only sport im doing so yeah, and we have a lot of tornaments (im varsity too). annd we have a senior project. my school is probably the only school who has that. anyway- so idk about the postings, but all i can say is; be patient. i will keep going, im not just going to discontinue this.

Me name on Deviant art which is where the comic will be located is: Deranged-Evil

ATTENTION: I don't like plagorism, and I'm sure you guys don't either. So let's all do each other a favor and stick with our own unique styles of writing.

PLEASE READ WHAT'S UNDER THIS!!

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