Author has written 3 stories for Harry Potter.
My name is Kelli and I'm sixteen years old. I'm a 5'2'' brunette with an array of wild curls. I play in the school band, take art classes, and spend most of my year doing homework, painting pictures, and writing. I love painting, photography, and writing. I'm not very good at being social; I'm actually quite awkward. Once you get to know me, I'm actually really sarcastic and sometimes a too loud.
Things I love: Painting, photography, writing, tenth grade biology (actually just tenth grade in general), Doctor Who, Sherlock, David Tennant, Magnus Bane from the Mortal Instruments, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Draco frickin Malfoy, my chinchilla (she's really fat), coffee, superheroes. The list goes on, but that's all I can think of off the top of my head.
My writing is always maturing. I write because it's my passion. I love hearing feedback from readers, whether it be praise or constructive criticism. Updates are generally slow because I write on a whim. I always write the chapter the night I post it, so there is no stock pile of chapters waiting to be posted. I don't write the entire fic before I post it. I don't even write half the fic. I just go with it.
With that, enjoy!
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.
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