how many miles to babylon?
three score miles and ten.
can i get there by candlelight?
aye, and back again.
if your feet are nimble and light,
you'll get there by candlelight.

12.31.08

Hey, guys.

This is going to be one of the last updates on my Fanfiction.net profile, if not the very last. I guess I should tell you why.

I used to have a passion for fanfic. It was truly, honestly important to me. There was nothing more exciting than getting an e-mail update for one of my favorite fics, or, better yet, getting a review. I still remember the day that Lunar Chasmodai fave'd Blue Ruin and demanded a huggle from me. I think that was probably the highlight of my Fanfiction.net experience (I really loved her fanfictions; her writing was truly admirable), right up there with the incredible encouragement I received from Por vin te vi and other reviewers, like Ramen Productions, The Mathletic Inferno.

But that was then. My passion for fanfiction has fizzled and gone out. It's been months since I wrote anything fanfic-related or even browsed the archives. I think it's because I've been so wrapped up in the original story that I'm working on, my novel-in-progress. I feel rather guilty about abandoning all of my fics, but this original story is so, so very important to me, more important than fanfiction ever was, and it deserves my full attention.

So, to put things simply, I don't write fanfiction anymore, and I doubt that I ever will again. There are a few authors that I still get updates from, and I'll read their fics when I get an alert, but I won't write and I won't actively seek out new authors. I will also be deleting all of my fanfictions, save one. It is the only fanfiction that I am truly proud of having written. I consider it my great, singular achievement as a fanfiction author, and it is very close to my heart.

For anyone who read and enjoyed my fanfictions--and I think there are a few of you out there, at least two or three--I apologize. Just know that I'm hard at work on something that means a great deal to me and that might give me a career. Everyone who read, reviewed, fave'd, or even just skimmed over one of my fics . . . thank you, from the bottom of my heart. You don't know what that support means to me. I love every single one of you.

If you are desperate to get in touch with me, for whatever reason, you can PM me, as I won't be deleting this account and I likely won't change e-mail addresses. You can also contact me through The Mathletic Inferno, a personal friend of mine whom you can find on my list of favorite authors. She'll put you through to me.

Thank you all again. Thank you so much.

Keep your eyes peeled, guys--you might just see my name in your local bookstore someday.

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

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