Bonjour! I'm Tsuki of the Roselight like moonlight but with a rose (formally Tsuki Chokoreto Mizuno). My friend says I should change it and I did but I'm happy about it.

Likes: Full Bloomed Red Roses, Animals (especially felines), Anime/Manga, Reading, Researching, Writing, Being called Weird, Sweets especially White Chocolate, pasta, Studying Religions and Cultures

Dislikes: Bashing, People who are full of themselves, People who only act nice to others because they want something and once they get it they act mean again (You know who I mean), Homophoboes, Being forced to go to an event, make-up, People who flame for no reason

Remember: TRUE LOVE RULES! YAOI! YURI! INCEST! SHOUTA! ANYTHING WORKS!

As long as they love each other

Here's the rules about my author self:

1. If I decide that I can't finish a story, I delete it. I don't give false hope.

2. I no longer bash characters! I am now a ANTI-BASH FAN!

3. I now accept FLAMES! But only if you have more then 4 stories and have good or neutral reviews. I want the person who flames me to at least be my equal in writing because if the flamer isn't then thats just hyporcrital.

Goal:

1. To make over 10 crossdressing/gender-bending fics, one-shots, etc.!

2. To find a way to get Kekkaishi on this site!

Oh and here is something I found a long time ago. I never really found a reason to place it here until I found another user (different from the one I found it on) having it on her account so here. I really did love it and I cried when I finished reading.

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 didn’t 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.