God, I´m such a fanfiction junkie... I am addicted to the shit... I read mostly House MD, Sherlock Holmes, Artemis Fowl, Star Trek TOS (Spock of course), Tolkien, Harry Potter, Naruto and PotC... I prefer nonslash, but some mild slash and pre slash is ok... I especially enjoy angst, friendship and hurt/comfort fics... Any fluff is nice... Well written crackfics are enjoyable... I once counted the hours I spent reading fanfiction... I came to the rather shocking answer that I spend more time reading fanfiction than I have EVER spent on studies... about 30 hours a week... damn scary...
Oh well at least I behave myself while I read, as my mother would say that I do, but that was before she realised that I was still reading fanfics five hours later...
(If anyone is looking for a beta and writes fanfiction that fits my preferences, I would be happy to offer my services! If you have problems with your punctuation, especially with your commas, than I can probably help you out... I´m a wiz at commas...)
I live part of my life in Uppsala, Sweden where I studyany geeky subject I can find; archaeology, egyptology, middle egyptian grammar, anthropology of religion, folklore... The other part of my life I live in a small village in western Finland, where I grew up and where I still spend my holidays. My family consists of my crazy-artist-mum, my competent-builder-dad, my sarcastic-geek-brother, my cute-ass-cat, our two adorable-lunatic-lapdogs and the large chunk of sleddogs that claim us...
I´m 21 years old... if anyone benifits from that knowledge... I am a happy semi-pagan and quite frankly I am asexual (ok, that should get the missionary christians AND the sexual creeps of my back... wherever I go they do seem to foll...ow... looks around suspiciously GAHH!! NO!! Don´t come here, SOD OFF you creeps, leave me alone!!) runs off into the sunset, screaming...
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 the girl whose friends no longer let me hug them when I told them I was bisexual.
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.
...because good things happen too:
I am the guy who came out to the entire school in his senior speech and got a standing ovation for his courage.
I am the girl who kisses her girlfriend on the sidewalk and laughs at those who glare.
We are the couple who planned and studied and got a damn good lawyer and BEAT the state that wanted to take our child away.
We are the ones who took martial arts classes and carry pepper spray and are just too dangerous to gay bash.
I am the transgender person who uses the bathroom that suits me, and demands that any complaining staff explain their complaint to my face in front of the entire restaurant--and shares with my other trans friends which restaurants don't raise a stink.
I am the mother who told her lesbian daughter to invite her girlfriend over for dinner.
I am the father who punished his son for calling you a fag.
I am the preacher who told my congregation that love, not hate, is the definition of a true follower of God.
I am the girl who did not learn the meaning of "homosexual" until high school but never thought to question why two men might be kissing.
I am the woman who argues (quite loudly and vehemently) with the bigots who insist that you do not have the right to marry or raise children.
We are the high school class who agrees, unanimously, along with our teacher, that love should be all that matters.
I am the child who was raised going to gay marriages and civil unions, becuase my parents never taught me to hate.
I am making a difference. Hate will not win if we do not let it. If you agree, repost this.