Author has written 1 story for Once Upon a Time.
Age: between 0-100years old...
Sexuality: really does it matter? Well then if you must know...I am homosexual.
be yourself, unless you can be Zeddie Little, always be Zeddie little..
Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty? This hatred? How did it find us? Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it? What happened to us? That we now send our children into the world like we send young men to war, hoping for their safe return, but knowing that some will be lost along the way. When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows, swallowed all by the darkness. Does this darkness have a name? Is it your name?
Everything we see hides another thing;
Tomorrow, you promise yourself,
Think about it…
Winnie the Pooh -- eating disorder
Piglet -- general anxiety disorder
Rabbit -- OCD
Tigger -- ADHD, possible substance abuse
Eeyore -- Major Deppressive/Manic Depressive
Christopher Robbin -- schizophrenic
Kanga/Roo -- Codependent
Owl – Narcissistic
I Never Said She Stole My Money: 7 Different Meanings
"I never said she stole my money" has 7 different meanings depending on the stressed word.
Ididn't say she stole my money - someone else said it.
I didn'tsay she stole my money - I didn't say it.
I didn't sayshe stole my money - I only implied it.
I didn't say shestole my money - I said someone did, not necessarily her.
I didn't say she stolemy money - I considered it borrowed, even though she didn't ask.
I didn't say she stole mymoney - only that she stole money.
I didn't say she stole my money - she stole stuff which cost me money to replace.
2) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.
3) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.
4) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.
5) Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Briteny Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.
6) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more children.
7) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.
8) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in America.
9) Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.
10) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans...
Too all the homophobic people out there,
Have you ever seen V for vendetta?
Well there is a scene where we are narrated by a woman named Valerie.
She is a gay woman, not gay as in happy but queer as in fuck you and keep reading.
Anyways she writes this letter and if you are just a little tad homophobe you should read this. And think about if this is really what you want this word to become? (You may also read it if you’re gay):
I don't know who you are. Please believe. There is no way I can convince you that this is not one of their tricks. But I don't care. I am me, and I don't know who you are, but I love you.
I have a pencil. A little one they did not find. I am a woman. I hid it inside me. Perhaps I won't be able to write again, so this is a long letter about my life. It is the only autobiography I have ever written and oh God I'm writing it on toilet paper.
I was born in Nottingham in 1957, and it rained a lot. I passed my eleven plus and went to girl's Grammar. I wanted to be an actress.
I met my first girlfriend at school. Her name was Sara. She was fourteen and I was fifteen but we were both in Miss. Watson's class. Her wrists. Her wrists were beautiful. I sat in biology class, staring at the picket rabbit fetus in its jar, listening while Mr. Hird said it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sara did. I didn't.
In 1976 I stopped pretending and took a girl called Christine home to meet my parents. A week later I enrolled at drama college. My mother said I broke her heart.
But it was my integrity that was important. Is that so selfish? It sells for so little, but it's all we have left in this place. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch we are free.
London. I was happy in London. In 1981 I played Dandini in Cinderella. My first rep work. The world was strange and rustling and busy, with invisible crowds behind the hot lights and all that breathless glamour. It was exciting and it was lonely. At nights I'd go to the Crew-Ins or one of the other clubs. But I was stand-offish and didn't mix easily. I saw a lot of the scene, but I never felt comfortable there. So many of them just wanted to be gay. It was their life, their ambition. And I wanted more than that.
Work improved. I got small film roles, then bigger ones. In 1986 I starred in "The Salt Flats." It pulled in the awards but not the crowds. I met Ruth while working on that. We loved each other. We lived together and on Valentine's Day she sent me roses and oh God, we had so much. Those were the best three years of my life.
In 1988 there was the war, and after that there were no more roses. Not for anybody.
In 1992 they started rounding up the gays. They took Ruth while she was out looking for food. Why are they so frightened of us? They burned her with cigarette ends and made her give them my name. She signed a statement saying I'd seduced her. I didn't blame her. God, I loved her. I didn't blame her.
But she did. She killed herself in her cell. She couldn't live with betraying me, with giving up that last inch. Oh Ruth. . . .
They came for me. They told me that all of my films would be burned. They shaved off my hair and held my head down a toilet bowl and told jokes about lesbians. They brought me here and gave me drugs. I can't feel my tongue anymore. I can't speak.
The other gay women here, Rita, died two weeks ago. I imagine I'll die quite soon. It's strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and I apologized to nobody.
I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one.
An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.
I don't know who you are. Or whether you're a man or a woman. I may never see you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you. I hope that you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better, and that one day people have roses again. I wish I could kiss you.
"Fat Bottomed Girls"
Are you gonna take me home tonight?
Hey I was just a skinny lad
I've been singing with my band
Oh won't you take me home tonight
Hey listen here
Oh you gonna take me home tonight (Please)
Kelly won't kiss my friend Cassandra,
Amanda won't leave me empty handed,
Katie: You haven’t changed, I can see straight through you.
When she walks away from you mad, follow her
Our game plans are different but strangely our goals don’t differ,
A night without drama, a hot sweaty blur -
By 2am I hope I make it with her.
Lala lala lala lala
By 2am I hope I make it with her, paint it with her, sainted by her,
By 2am very acquainted with her…
Barber's chair means slut.
It's from the phrase "She is as common as a barber's chair, in which a whole parish sit to be trimmed"
Sally Webster: Sarcasm doesn't suit you, Soph.
Sophie Webster: And that top doesn't suit you but you still wear it.
Daddy, how was I born? 'Well, son, Your Mom and I first got together in a chat room on Yahoo. Then I set up a date via e-mail with your Mom and we met at a cyber-cafe. We sneaked into a secluded room, and googled each other. There your mother agreed to a download from my hard drive. As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall, and since it was too late to hit the delete button , nine months later a little Pop-Up appeared that said: 'You got Male!
If any of you like Alice/Bella Fanfic’s then read; http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6568757/7/What_the_heart_needs
(What the heart needs. It is SO sweet)
Emma's dress in chapter 4 of "the light in the dark heart:
Dress nr.3 in chapter 5 of "TLITDH":