Hello. My name is Nerezza Orion Morgan. Well, that's my Internet name anyway. I won't tell you my real name for (1. My parents are paranoid about online predators, and (2. I don't feel like telling people, whom I don't know, my name. Sorry.
Anyway. I've written so many profiles about me that it'll be much, much simpler for me now. Ha. Okay, you know my name, so we'll start at that.
Name: Nerezza Orion Morgan
Orientation: I'm Bi because I realised before I settle down with a man that loves me right now women are the only ones I can like romantically.
Likes: I've got so many likes that it's actually hard for me to keep up with them, but I'll try my best to write a decent amount of my likes. First off, I love to hang out with my friends on good days. Good days for me are the days where I can get out of the house without worrying about fights. Free days really. Second, Music. My life practically revolves around music. If I don't want to listen to any of the disks I have, I borrow a few from my brother. Third, Freedom.
Dislikes: Well, I don't know what I don't like. It's not one of the things that just pop into my head, you know? Anyway, like with my Likes, I'll try to do the best I can. First, I don't like people who think they are better than everyone else. People who flaunt their money. And people who judge others just by their looks. Second, Homophobic people. To me, it doesn't matter. I'm straight, but I'm friends with five bi chicks. And at least two lesbians, also a few gay guys. I sometimes feel like I'm the only straight one of the group. Wait, I probably am. =/ As of right now... I think that's about it on my Dislikes.
Hobbies: I like reading, listening to music, hanging out with friends, and roaming the net.
Music: I've got way too many favorite bands. But the genres of them would be Rock-Hard Rock, Any Type of Metal, Techno, Industrial, Bit of Rap, Emo, Gothic, And probably a bit more. I just don't remember them.
Me: I'm the kind of girl that would rather just sit back and watch the show, but I can't do that. Because the show won't come on until I decide to get up and work for a change. Sadly when I finish that, there's no more empty seats to sit in.
I think that is sufficient enough for you to know about me. If you want my email, just ask. If you want to call me, give me your number, and I'll call you myself, when I get a signal that is..Oh well, enough of me weaving my tale. Back to the main event! ..Which I haven't found yet.. sorry...
I don't think I'll write anything until I get a good grasp on how to write what's in my head, on paper... Or computer. Oh well. Enough about me, tell me about you.
PLEASE READ 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 my gay brother tight throught 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 the lucky ones, I guess. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply to 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-economis 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 person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
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.
Re-post this if you think homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.