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OMFG, I HAVE A PROFILE?!
I didn't notice until this very second.
My previous message about the Cherry 7-Up? I was fooled. Mom put medicine in it. I told her I didn't need any.
Name: Selena Marx. Or Cici Fascist. (WHERE?)
Zodiac Sign: You know that chick who pours water out of those obnoxious jars? Yup...
Interests: Writing, staring endlessly at walls, pretending my IPod is too loud for me to hear what my family is saying, running around screaming, defying the laws of physics, retreating into my mind so I can talk to my real friends.
Favorite movie: The list is growing.
Favorite TV Show: Eerie Indiana, Stargate SG1, True Blood, The Monkees(It's such a trip.), Doctor Who... There's more, but these are at the top no matter the week.
Favorite Color: THAT BLASTED QUESTION AGAIN! It haunts me, I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't drink. Mostly because I can't afford it. I'd say green. Then black. Then silver. The colors of EvIl.
Favorite band(s) or musician(s): The Beatles, The Monkees, Evanescence, Three Days Grace, Mika, Fall Out Boy (DON'T JUDGE ME!), No Doubt, Vivaldi.
Favorite genre(s) of music: J-Pop, Rock, Alternative, Metal, Depressing. :D
Favorite poet or writer: Douglas Adams, William Shakespeare, Jane Austen, Myself... Lots more, but none off the top of my head...
MP3 player of choice: iPod. His name is Jason Matters. Jason is very happy with this.
Favorite game: Life. I cheat.
Personal Quote: "Because I shouldn't have to!" (The answer to everything. Why won't you go to church, why won't you trying being something else, why don't you do your homework...)
Tools of the Trade: Evil. Madness. A choice amount of swearing at inanimate objects for one reason or another. Penguins.
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.
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