Author has written 40 stories for StarTrek: The Original Series, Bonanza, Batman, Gone with the Wind, Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew, Peanuts, Teen Titans, and Ninja Turtles.
Hi! I'm Panamint, formerly known as The Almighty Panamint, formerly known as just 'Panamint'. You can call me TAP if you want.
I'll warn you right now: all of my stories are kinda strange. Don't read 'em unless you like weird stuff, trust me. I have a rather warped sense of humor. Read them anyway, if you wanna, just don't flame. :) If you flame, it's a waste of everybody's time because I won't respond. Ever. If it's sent anonymously I'll delete it, and if you signed in I'll ban you from reviewing my stuff for life with no hope of parole. So just don't do it, 'kay? This is my last word on the subject.
Wow, I've been reviewing my old fics and... man, I was horrible! XP I've seriously improved since my first days here, if I do say so myself. Bottom line? My newer stories are way better than my older ones. Fair warning.
Whoa, long time no see, eh? :) My last update to this profile was a year ago!!
Anyway. Just popping in to say that "The Narrow Fence" has been deleted from my account because it's been adopted!! Kichi Penn has agreed to give the story a try, so I suggest you head on over to her account to check it out (when she posts, which should be soon).
As for me, I'm on livejournal now--panaminty.livejournal.com. I occasionally post new stories there, so if you want to see what I've been up to recently, check it out. (Please?)
Kichi Penn has started posting her version of "The Narrow Fence." Everybody go read it! :)
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 didn’t 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.
If you think homophobia is wrong copy this into your profile