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I'm back. Update coming when I figure out what to say. But just so y'all know, I'm not here for the reviews. I don't care if you don't like my word count, my pairings, my stories, whatever. We are meant to be free, and that includes being free to write what we choose. No one has the right to tell any one else what to believe in or what to write. Write what you love; write because you love!
I'm mostly going to be using this site now for archival purposes -- I need a more reliable site than LJ, don't care for all the settings with AO3, and have neither the time or the patience to make my own site any more. So I really don't care about the reviews -- this is just for archiving purposes, as I said, but I would like to be able to rekindle some old friendships . . .
For those of you who are wondering who the heck Kat Lee is and what happened to Pirate Turner . . .
Tartarus froze over. It started with me, after all these years, finally liking Gambit and ended with us all coming home, both to our land and to the Christian faith. Along the way, I even considered entirely, and permanently, giving up the Internet!
This sounds like something my old self would have written, but the new me knows that Hell, no matter how many times it is said otherwise, will never freeze over. Hell is eternal fire and damnation. God made it that way, and no matter who does what, it will never change. Hell will always be so exceedingly hot that we mere mortals can not even truly begin to comprehend just how hot it is -- at least a thousand times hotter than the core of the Earth, I imagine, and that is 7,200 Fahrenheit. It is the final stopping place for the wicked, and for the lost.
We were lost. We were more lost than I even know. Our lives grew dark. We were without work, living in an RV trailer that our cousin bought for us and for which we are slowly paying him back, and for a time, even without water and not knowing where we'd get food when what supplies we did have became exhausted. We lost one of our cherished babies the first day back. Little Harry Potter, after all he'd been through, God bless him, was killed on the road.
I knew not where to turn. I was lost, confused, and hurting more spiritually, emotionally, and in the heart than I've ever been before. The Gods I'd believed in so long had abandoned me. I was looking for any salvation, any help that I could receive, and then, in desperation, I thought of my Grandfather, who spent most of his life living in this quiet, humble, and so little that if you blink when coming by us, you'd miss us town, and which, in truth, can not even really be called a town.
My Grandfather was a good man, but he was also a bad man. He was a thief, an alcoholic, a whoremonger. He was also full of magic. He could steal practically anything while being watched without anybody ever knowing he'd taken it until it was too late. He conversed with the Little People. He created fire with his bare hands. But the alcohol and the tobacco took its toll. It made him sick, and on one of his last trips to the hospital, one that looked like it would be his last, he had a dream.
He dreamed he was walking down a pathway, and a man walked beside him. He never did name the man, but he said he looked at that man and he asked him for a little more time. The man told him he'd have to ask the Father and disappeared. Grandpa kept walking down that road, and eventually, the man reappeared and told him his wish had been granted. He would have just a little more time, -- and he did. It was enough for him to get saved and turn his life around. When he went to church on a Wednesday night after being released from the hospital, he did get saved, and there wasn't a dry eye in the whole church when he told his tale. My eyes are not dry now.
I went to that church when I was lost. My family's gone to it for generations. We were amongst the first families to go to it when it was built. My Great Aunt is in some of the most ancient pictures of that church and is still going there today. I went to that church when I was lost, and I began to be found. I felt my family members who have gone there but have also passed on all around me. It was so strong that I could practically see them there, nearly reach out and touch them. I cried throughout most of that service, and the next and the next.
I didn't stay with that church, though. I found another through my neighbor's invitation to go with her and attend a Father's Day breakfast. I've been going to that church ever since. My beloved Jack, henceforth, in honesty, referred to as Drew, have both been saved, and not only that, but we've found another family, both adopted and blood, within the holy walls of that little church. We thought there was so few of our family left, but we found out that, in actuality, about half of those going to our church areour family!
I know I'm probably boring some of you, but I have to share this. The Lord has moved upon my heart to do so. After all, those of you who know me know me as a Witch, sometimes a Goth, know me to write anything, no matter how wicked. I am none of those things any more and, thus, feel that I am no longer Pirate Turner. My name is Kat, and that's not the first of the truths I shall release today.
I am also not a man. I wanted a male's body. I thought I should have one. But, for the first time in my life, I am truly content with my body. God has made me whole. He loves me for who I am, and the person I am today is the happiest I have ever been.
For those who are wondering, yes, you can be gay, or bisexual, and still be Christian. There are many Christians whose minds are sadly still too prejudiced for them to accept our kind, but God loves us as we are. He made us who we are. We didn't ask to be gay. We didn't ask to fall in love with those with whom our hearts have fallen in love. He blessed us to be the way we are, and to love the ones we love. Don't run away from the Lord because you're gay or because the world doesn't understand you. He loves you just the way you are, and if you're let him in, you'll find your life, too, blessed with as many blessings as He's bestowed upon us.
I'll quiet now with just one remaining thought:
There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female: for you are all one in Christ Jesus. -Galatians 3:28
We are all the same to Jesus, and to God. He does not love any of us any less because of our gender, or because of who we love. He is a God of love, not of hate, and He will bless all who accept Him and the offerings He gives.
God Bless, and enjoy the fics!
HOMOPHOBIA IS GAY
I am the boy who never finished school because I was called a fag everyday.
I am the girl who got kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I was a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because no one will hire a transseaxual.
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 wouldn't allow my partner of 27 years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up to the nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family i have ever had. I wished they could adopt me.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before my high school graduation. It was just 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 one person who does not know which bathroom to use so the management doesn't come for me.
I am the mother who is not even allowed to see 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 father who never hugged my son because I grew up afraid to show affection to males.
I am the Home Ec teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians could teach it.
I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized i was transsexual.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because i don't believe, but because they closed the doors to my kind.
I am the girl ashamed to tell my own friends that I am a lesbian because they make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men said they needed to 'teach me a lesson'.
I am the person who needs to hide what this world needs the most: love.
IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG- REPOST THIS
I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.
A guy and a girl were speeding over 100km on a motorcyle.
Girl: Slow down!
Guy: No this is fun!
Girl: No it's not! Please, it's way to scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: I love you. Now slow down.
Guy: Now give me a big hug.
She gave him a big hug.
Guy: Can you take off my helmet and put it on yourself? It's bothering me.
In the newspaper, the next day, a motorcyle crashed into a building because of break failure.
Two people were on it and only one survived.
The truth was, that half way down the road the guy realized his breaks were out and he didn't want the girl to know.
Instead, he had her hug him and tell him she loved him one last time. Then he had her put his helmet on so she would live even if it meant he would die.
If you would do the same for the person you love, copy and paste this into your profile
IMPORTANT NOTICE I am one of the many (there should be more) people that have IAOWHXMD or I Am Obsessed with X-Men Disorder. Some of the symptoms may include, but do not limit to: blocking out the world when reading X-Men comics, reading X-Men comics over and over again and noticing new fantastic things each time, wishing the Xavier Institute was real, thinking that at least one character from X-Men is hot (Hank, Kurt), comparing everything to X-Men or quotes by the characters there in and making your own fantasy life with the X-Men. If you think you have this disease copy this onto your profile. We don't want to be cured. Support this disease in its uprise to overpower the brains of people and make their lives so much better...
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