Author has written 54 stories for Naruto, Family Guy, Harry Potter, South Park, Soul Eater, Oblongs, Death Note, Yu-Gi-Oh GX, Invader Zim, and Ed, Edd n Eddy.
A QUCIK UPDATE!!! POSTED Sat. September 21st
NONE OF THE FANFICTIONS HAVE BEEN DISCONTINUED.
UPDATES WILL BE POSTED AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.
IMPORTANT MESSAGE TO ALL OF MY READERS:
I have recieved multiple messages from my readers informing me about one of my fanfics being re-written and reposted by the user Maxattack.
As per requested, I have read this reposting, and I have reviewed it.
Though I've been told he's a-quote-"jackass", I couldn't find any reason to take offence to his posting. He had already messaged me to let me know that he was planning on rewritting it, and he showed a good effort, and there are people that enjoy it.
And so I offered to help him in any future writing-if any-that will be reposts of my own work.
Please do not send him hateful messages or make him feel loathed. I would hate to see people kicked off over something as little as this. If you don't like his work then please DO NOT read it. Simple as that.
However, I am flattered to have such devoted readers that would inform me of such a thing. I am always grateful to have the information because there have been times when people have used my writing and image to hurt others or come off as hateful. So do not take this posting as "I don't want to hear it", because I do.
Love you guys!
Special post: just so no one freaks out, I've given permission to JumbiieHana to repost any of my fics in Spanish
Homophobia and You
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 no one 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 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 aviod 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 know 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 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 the realized I was transsexual.
I am the persn who feels guity because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always dea with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because the 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.
Greetings to the fine folk that moderate our site.
I, along with many, have been writing and posting on your fine site for years now, some of the better examples of up and coming writers out there are are now suddenly finding some of the stories we've come to love at risk of being removed without the chance to even rectify our errors.
It's quite easy to simply add an MA rating, additional filters or even a simple requirement for a free membership to read the stories presented here, and would cut down on hateful anonymous reviews and posts at the same time, so I have to question as to why such a thing, in all this time, simply wasn't added.
If you're worried about falsification of a registration then have an appropriate disclaimer and then there can be no dispute, you took your steps and the PARENTS didn't monitor their children, if that is even your concern. If it is more of a personal view or desire then please at least let people know and give them a chance to remove a story that you and yours find offensive, most people on the site are actually rather cordial when it comes to such requests.
While I cannot say for sure if this letter will even reach those that may be willing to listen, of if it's more akin to a wide spectrum purge in preparation for something bigger, please understand that you are going to be looseing a LARGE number of your writers, and thus your income from a lack of readers if there is not some level of action taken to help with this situation.
For those that may agree with this, please fell free to sign on and send this to the support server, maybe we can get some movement on this.
Please re-post this and add your name to the growing list if you wish to join this movement, or e-mail this messasge to the moderators of FFN.
If You Grew Up in the 90's
Just because you were born in '97 doesn't mean you're a 90's kid. It's not like you could remember the original Simpsons. I am sorry,
but three conscious years of the 90's just wont cut it. You're a 90's kid if... you remember watching Doug, Ren & Stimpy, Pinky and
the Brain, AAAAAAAH Real Monsters!, Rocko's Modern Life, Animaniacs, Gargoyles. You've ever ended a sentence with the word
"PSYCHE!" You just can't resist finishing this... "in west Philadelphia born and raised..." You remember Step by Step, Family Matters,
Dinosaurs, Boy Meets World. You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons. You
remember reading Goosebumps. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence... not. When everything was settled
by rock-paper-scissors or "bubble gum, bubble gum in a dish" or Ms. Mary Mack. When kick ball was a daily activity. When we used
to obey our parents. You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record your FAVORITE song of ALL time on a tape. You
remember when Super Nintendos and Sega Genesis became popular. You remember the ORIGINAL Game Boy. You always wanted
to send in a tape to America's Funniest Home Videos... but never taped anything funny. You remember watching The Magic School Bus,
Wishbone, Reading Rainbow, and Ghostwriter on PBS. You remember when Yo-Yos were cool. You remember those Where's
Waldo? books. You remember eating Warheads and Splashers Gum. You remember watching the 1st Batman, Aladdin, Teenage
Mutant Ninja Turtles, Ghostbusters. You remember Ring Pops. If you remember when every thing was "da BOMB!" You remember
boom boxes vs. CD players. Making those little paper fortune cootie catcher things, and then predicting your life with them. You played
and/or collected "Pogs." You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet, or Nano and brought it everywhere. One word... Trolls. Windows
95 was the best. You watched the original cartoons of Rugrats, Wild Thornberrys, Power Rangers, Rocket Power. All your school
supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand. You collected those Beanie Babies. You remember Carebears. Lambchop's song never ended.
Silver dollars, which were cool to have. Everyone watched the WB. If you even know what an original Walkman is. You know the
Macarena by heart. "Talk to the hand" ...enough said. You went to McDonald's to play in the Playplace. You remember playing on
merry go rounds at the playground. Before the MySpace frenzy . . . Before the Internet & text messaging ... Before Sidekicks &
iPods ... Before PlayStation3 or X-BOX 360 ... Before Spongebob ... Before Tupac was shot. When light-up sneakers were cool.
When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs. When gas was 95 cents a gallon. When we recorded stuff on VCRs. You had slap bracelets!
You actually played outside until it was dark! Way back. Before we realized all this would eventually disappear. Post this in your profile
if you remember these days...