Author has written 4 stories for Tsubasa Chronicle, Ouran High School Host Club, and Digimon.
Hi, I'm Yuriama Sohma.Some people put their real names on here but I won't, if you don't know me already you won't 'meet' me here,sorry. You can call me Yuri though, and yes I know what that means so please don't PM me to tell me.You could also call me Yu-chan. Or Kiki would be fine too, she's my alter ego in Lily272's 'Living the Dream'
I'd like you to check out my Senpai's stories, her pen name is Koharu Vendette, and my Kohai's stories, her pen name is Commoner205
Ways To Get To A Girls Heart--
1.) Hug her from behind.
2.) Grab her hand when you guys walk next to each other.
3.) When standing, wrap your arms around her.
4.) Cuddle with her.
5.) Don't force her to do ANYTHING!
6.) Write little notes.
7.) Compliment her.
8.) When you hug her, hold her in your arms as long as possible.
9.) Say I love you...and MEAN IT!
10). Brush the hair out of her eyes
11). Comfort her when she cries.
12.) Love her with all your heart
Girls- C&P this if you think its sweet.
Guys- C&P this if you would do any of it
The culture of homophobia in the United States has been bred in churches and classrooms and homes, and reinforced in the school-yard and shopping malls and television sit-coms. For too long this has been allowed to continue, and I make a promise right now, never again will I turn a blind eye or deaf ear, and never again will I hide who I am. Humanity is not an exclusive club. Do not let ignorance and fear convince you otherwise.
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 way 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 that are the only loving family I’ve 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.
I am the girl who was threatened by her own mother for supporting gays. Little does she know, I am bisexual myself.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when we told her 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 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 a transsexual.
I am the person who always feels guilty because I feel I could be a better person if I didn’t always have to deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don’t believe, but because they have closed the doors to my kind.
I am the kid you never heard about on the news, the one who was smashed in the head with a shovel until he couldn’t move, for hitting on another guy.
I am the girl who will never feel fully loved, because I must hide from my family the biggest side of myself.
I am the person who lives in constant fear of discovery, that must constantly cover their tracks, to avoid attack from those who are supposed to love me.
I am the person who must hide what the world needs most, love.
I hereby state that I will never again fall slave to the prejudice that has infiltrated our society, and never again will I allow myself, nor anyone around me, to be victimized by it. I hold myself above those who discriminate, and by doing so, I am setting an example for those who have not yet seen the cruelty of their actions.
I am the person who made the world a better place.
Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong
FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.
FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.
FRIENDS: Will always be like "well you deserve better".
FRIENDS: Will comfort you when you get rejected
FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell anyone.
FRIENDS: Are only through highschool/college. (aka: drinking buddies)
FRIENDS: Will be there to take your drink away from you when they think you've had enough.
FRIENDS: Would ignore this letter
The Doll And The Rose For Two In Heaven.
This next bit here is the cutest, sadest thing ever...
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'
His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'
'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'
Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''
'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
'My mommy loves white roses.'
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.
I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
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