Author has written 2 stories for Royal Pains.
So, Depricate was my user name, but it is NOW : ScottIsInBolivia. This is now a shared account with a wonderful little lady by the name of Diamond.
I don't believe in any sort of biography. I can, however, tell you that I am:
Gender: FtM transgendered
Author: Of many novellas, a few fan fics, and poetry.
I am a published poet, and have had a few short stories published as well.
I've never actually wrote fanfiction on this site, but I couldn't resist the offer. Sooo
Gender: Female mostly, it all depends on the day.
Author: Of short stories, and the artist/illustrator for them, as well.
I am just recently a published author.
Our shared personal quote and philosophy on ANY kind of writing is THIS:
"I think that you have achieved a great author status when you can throw your characters into situations that can make your readers feel uncomfortable and almost insulted, but allows them to keep on reading.
If you can't take your readers from their comfort zones, then you probably can't make someone dream."
I do not believe in these "About Me's," simply because I do not believe you can sum up a person with a few paragraphs. I cannot simply tell you who I am, because I am still trying to find the answer to that question. I know what I believe in; changing the world- one word at a time. And I know what I do not believe in; ignorance, indifference, and apathy. I do not think that there is a "justice," but I believe that there is a TRUTH that will come to the minds of the people. I can only hope that happens during my time, and if not, at least I tried.
I draw. I play guitar. I smile. I laugh. I hold my hand out to others by sharing my words. Words DO make a difference, and I plan on showing people that.
At some point in my early childhood, REALITY hit me, like a slap to the face. I stopped believing in words, in music, in people, in love, in happiness, and in anything that didn't quite fit my perception of the "adult world." Someone who I cared for dearly helped me out of that four year slump- showed me that creativity wasn't foolish, it was lovely. They showed me I had to get these thoughts out- to share them with the world! If I had something to say that meant a lot, then I should show it.
If reality is truly as cold as it was during those four years, then I guess I must be living in insanity.
It should be stated and known that:
1) Yeah, we're definitely legally insane
2) Oh yes, we love anything Jhonen Vasquez, and it probably shows
3) Yes, we are PRO CHOICE [because we're sick of the "only in rape cases" argument]
4) Yep, Alyx definitely has an unhealthy obsession with all the different versions of Alice In Wonderland.
5) Ohhhh yeah, Alyx AND Diamond have an incurable love for Panic At The Disco (both albums) and The Young Veins.
6) Horrible, cliche poetry more than just irritates us. Try something other than "My pain, or I love, or I hate"
7) Seriously horrible grammar and spelling mistakes (spell check NOT included) irritates us, and can clearly show this generation's lack of education.
8) We don't do the whole "Copy And Paste This Into Your Profile If..." If we have something to say, it will be in bold, and because we wanted to make it known without the use of a group effort.
9) We are both very opinionated when it comes to politics, but we're not closed to accepting and understanding others opinions.
S U P P O R T - Because the world doesn't need to "reinvent" love, we need to Revive 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.
Because we hate the fact that people have to hate.
The white man said, "Coloured people aren't allowed here." The black man turned around and stood up. He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was Black, when I grew up I was Black, when I'm sick I'm Black, when I go in the sun I'm Black, when I'm cold I'm Black and when I die I will be Black. But you sir, when you're born you're Pink, when you grow up you were White, when you're sick you're Green, when you're in the sun you're Red, when you're cold you're Blue, and when you die you will be Purple. And you have the nerve to call me coloured?" The black man turned around and sat down, and the white man walked away...
Because we hate the fact that people have to hate.
Onto a different note:
STORIES ABOUT TO BE LOADED:
And You Thought, What, Exactly?: An A:TLA fic. It is a yaoi/slash of Zuko/Sokka (or Zukka, if you will). The plot of this story is..well, sort of a cliche. Yes, it's an AU high school fic, and, yeah...there's gonna be drama. But..I'm going to try my best at making what can be written poorly and obviously, somewhat good and unexpected. (Created by Alyx and co-authored with Diamond.)
His Eyes Were Chilling Water: An A:TLA fic, and of course it's a slash of some Zukka lovin' ] The plot/summary of this story is hard to describe - I can barely bounce ideas concerning it with Alyx! I can tell you that we're giving Sokka a little bending ability called "Moon Kissed" due to an accident. I can also tell you that this bending ability will be crucial to the defeat of the Firelord. Confused? Need more info? Just read it when it comes out. (Created by Diamond, and somehow co-authored with Alyx.)