Author has written 16 stories for Harry Potter, Beyblade, Alex Rider, Mighty Ducks, Dirty Sexy Money, Tribe, Twilight, Bloodsport, Criminal Minds, I Am Number Four, and Sanctuary.
I'm English, but I was born and live in Norway. For those who can see the difference, you will notice that my writing will be mostly British, with a slight inspiration of American (don't tell my mother, she'll flay me!)
I only read yaoi, and only a few select pairings. If you are picky about who's seme (dominant) and uke (submissive) in my stories, it will be clairly stated in my summary, as seme/uke.
Draco/Harry (Draco as a veela)
Homophobia and You: They're people too! Stop the hate and spread the love!
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.
This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murderer chanted," Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiilling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.
11 August 2012:
Wow, I've been away for a really long time now, haven't I? As Jimmy Carr recently said quote"I hate to sound like I'm passing the buck, but I'll tell you who I blame for this whole mess - me. It's entirely my fault" end quote. I refuse, however, to let my stories die, though they've gone into a long hibernation I will admit, but I am currently working on rewriting 'Who Said I Had To Choose' so it will be slightly longer, and two Sanctuary fics as well. Also, hopefully I will have found some more of the scraps for various of my stories and be able to pick them up again in not too long, though I think I'm going to make an effort to actually write quite a bit before I start posting again, so as not to have years between every chapter.
January 21 2013:
I don't know if anybody is reading my stories anymore. I haven't stopped writing. Far from. I have seven stories that I plan on finishing before posting, so as not to leave such an amazingly ridiculously long wait this time around. I'm trying to get back into my old stories, as terrible as some of them are, what with having being started when I was fifteen. My big plan is to have everything in place, and maybe posted, come April. For anybody who's a big fan of Pyro/Bobby (X-Men films), You should be super-duper excited. Possibly. I dunno. Some, well, most of my stories are, I'm guessing, too dark to be posted here... I might "edit" them, meaning cut 90% of the story, so they can be posted here. It depends if I get love.
I'm working on 'A Kitten' (a longer chapter), and 'The Price' (chapter size unknown, will be longer, might have several chapters written). I want to and will finish my stories. I promise.