Author has written 2 stories for Harry Potter.
General information you probably should know:
Given Name: Glynis
Aliases: Lynnie, Grammarfreakologist, Grammarfreak, Emopopsicle
D.O.B: September 16th
Age: Pretty young, but older than you think.
Occupation: Uhh... Bird Enthusiast?
Current Location: British Columbia, Canada
I'll give you a profile when I can think of one, heh.
PLEASE READ WHAT'S UNDER THIS!!!
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
Didn't write the poem below!
Her name was Auroura
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive
Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic
Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair
She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound
Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endore
A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear
And softly crys
She loves her parents
But they want her to die
She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
" God, why? Why is
My life always sinking? "
Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did
Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by
Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made
She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
" You deserve to die
You worthless pest! "
The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying
Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse
One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor
It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms
If you hate child abuse then repost this on your profile. If you don't then you have no soul!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I BETA READ FOR ANYONE WHO NEEDS IT. I DON'T MIND PAIRING OR FANDOM.
You're allowed to email me! EMOPOSICLEatHOTMAILdotCOM
Ships I Support:
Raito/L (Death Note)
I LIKE BAND SLASH!
11/19/06: So I have a livejournal now. Big news, really. I'm going to be putting up my stories over there too. And yeah... If you have a LiveJournal feel free to add me as your friend. I dont really care. Next chapter up next week.
08/14/07: Hooha! It's been nearly a year now, I feel so old. I have come back from the dead, fully rejuvenated and jet lagged! I've been mostly lurking around and reading. Studying what I need to know, you know? I've also made a habit of photography and drawing. Out of the blue, my mom gets an 8.2 Mega Pixel Digital Camera and I go nutso with it, hehe. I'm coming out with an array of fics (most of which I haven't started writing yet) but they may come out within the next month, if Catholic high school permits. Grrrr.
10/01/07: Hope you guys are still with me... Heh. Anyways, new fic.