Author has written 3 stories for Kuroshitsuji.
Welcome to my profile!
My name is Kayla, and I'm 16. My friends all call me either Itachi or Sebby. Feel free to address me as either one if you want - it won't bother me.
I don't really have much to say at first because...well, I don't know. Just don't have a lot to say, I suppose! I guess I can tell you that I've been reading fan fiction for almost five years now, and never has it occurred to me to post my own story! I guess everyone wants to post their own story at some point, but I'm the nervous, cautious type. So I might post a story to test the waters. I actually have one typed out ready to post on my laptop. But...I'm a coward, so it may take some time. Once I get it all nice and ready though, I will post it. I can't wait to test it out!
Well, I did post my own story. Finally. I'm really nervous about it still, and have much to work on with it. I hope I do well!!
So, I have lots of things I like besides fanfiction. Music...writing...JROTC...the mall...
I can't think of many things! Heh...well then.
Something you should know as many authors like to post - I totally support gay and incestuous relationships/marriages. Love is love, right? Who can deny that. If it's all consensual, then it's all good. No one has room to judge or be judgmental. You should always keep an open mind. Keeping an open mind also means you respect people despite what they choose. Keeping an open mind is important in our society now because there are so many rapid changes. You can't expect the world to be this way one day and the same the next day. There's a thing called change that happened every single minute of every single day.
So, I guess I should list some fandoms I like to read about:
So, I've been getting out of my cowardly self and been posting. It's been fun.
Something you should know - I love to be involved with my school's Army JROTC program. It's helped me along, and if you can believe it, I used to be more self-conscious and depressed than I am now. JROTC kinda helped me out of it, believe it or not.
I know I'm just giving you random bits of information, but I'm a random, crazy, confusing person. Just ask my friend Sui tiger. She could tell you about all the crazy things I do because we go to school together. Ah, I'm so odd. But, I like being an individual even though I get put down for it.
I guess when I come up with some more random tidbits of information, I'll put it on here.
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.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.