I'm Lindsay.

I am ditsy.
adjective;
flighty and easily confused; mildly or harmlessly eccentric.

So, basically, I'm a heterosexual female that really, really enjoys it when boys kiss ...as said by the icon. I'm 16 and only 5'4''...not wicked short...but compared to everyone else I know...that's pretty damn short. I go to school in Italy, but am 75 percent American (was born in the States). I'm currently single...I think...not too sure...well that's another story in itself. And please don't harass my writing, I'm currently trying to improve it.

I've officially moved from Quizilla to here and to FictionPress. Same screen name. My email...for anyone who wishes to contact me is: piratesbabe123@hotmail.com

Likes
Boys
Music
Movies
Internet
PC games
Pink Panther journal

Dislikes
The color pink
Not being clean
Pain
Small spaces
Docks
Spiders
Sharks
Stingrays
Anything dangerous I can’t see

FavoriteCouples (dom/sub)

Ron/Harry (HP)

Draco/Harry (HP)

Remus/Harry (HP)

Sirius/Harry ...basically anyone with Harry as long as Harry's sub. (HP)

Diego/Sid (Ice Age)

Soto/Diego (Ice Age)

Dorian/Tom (LXG)

Skinner/Tom (LXG)

Skinner/Dorian (LXG)

Jack/Will (POTC)

Maximus/Commodus (Gladiator)

Commodus/Lucius (don't hate me for this pairing!!) (Gladiator)

Phillip/Richard (The Lion in Winter)

Geoffrey/Richard (The Lion in Winter)

John Constantine/Chaz Kramer (Constantine)

Favorite Books
Birth of Venus
Angels and Demons
Singer of All Songs
A Great and Terrible Beauty Rebel Angels The Picture of Dorian Gray

Favorite Movies
Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End
Ice Age
Ice Age 2: The Meltdown
Shrek
Shrek 2
The Lion in Winter
The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen
Van Helsing
The Legend of Sleepy Hollow
Constantine
Save the Last Dance The Gladiator

Music I'm not even gonna start listing these...well alright I will... Tokio Hotel Evanescence AFI Fallout Boy Panic! at the Disco 30 Seconds to Mars Mötley Crüe and these are just a few

Clothes I dress how I feel.

I don't care if you're gay or straight, everybody needs love.
I don't care if you're diseased with an incurable sickness, everybody deserves a chance.
I don't care if you're ugly or pretty, everybody has flaws.
I don't care if you're black or white, everybody has the same capabilities.
I don't care if you're weird, everybody needs to change.
I don't care if you're rich or poor, everybody needs warmth.
I don't care if you're different, everybody is.

Repost this if you agree with it.

FAKE FRIENDS: Never ask for food.

REAL FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.

FAKE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr./Mrs.

REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM.

FAKE FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.

REAL FRIENDS: Will sit next to you saying “Dang … we really messed up … but that sure was fun!”

FAKE FRIENDS: Never seen you cry.

REAL FRIENDS: Cry with you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.

REAL FRIENDS: Keep your stuff so long they forget it’s yours.

FAKE FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.

REAL FRIENDS: Can write a book about you, with direct quotes from you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.

REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds butt that left you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will knock on your front door.

REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say “I’M HOME!”

FAKE FRIENDS: Are for awhile.

REAL FRIENDS: Are for life.

FAKE FRIENDS: Say they are too busy to listen to your problems, but when it comes to them they expect you to have all the time in the world.

REAL FRIENDS: Not only kick everything out of their schedule to listen to what’s wrong, but help come up with vindictive plans to make you feel a whole lot better!

FAKE FRIENDS: Make you say sorry when you want to talk to them at odd hours of the night, or even just hang out at odd hours.

REAL FRIENDS: Come right over and hang out with you, until you either fall asleep, or kick them out.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will ignore this.

REAL FRIENDS: Will repost it

I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday.

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 not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

I am the man who fears that I will never be able to be myself, to be free of this secret because I wont risk loosing my family and friends.

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 woman who died when the EMTs 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 didnt have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I dont 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 ashamed to tell my own friends im a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.

I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to teach me a lesson.