Hi Everyone!
The names JenWinchester and I am currently located in Sweden.

As you might have noticed if your are reading any of my fanfics I've been kind of absent. I know that sometimes exuses aren't good enough but mine will have to do. School started again, I got in too collage, I got sick and so did my dad. And this January, he passed away in Lungcancer. So I'm having a bit of a difficult time at the moment. But I'll be back soon. I swear!

I know, I know, thats a lot (for me anyway) but hopefully I can get back to writing even though my updates wont come like everyother day but I'll try at least once a week.

And for those of you who's reading my Hanna Black story, I'm putting that on hold until I can figure out where I want it to lead. And right now I dont know. I'll try to solve my problems as soon as possible.

Oh and just so everyone knows, I Love stories in where best friends fall in Love. but you might have notised that in my own stories.

Work In Progress: my Hannah Black Story, and I have some other stories in my head that I need to get down on paper. Just so everybody knows, most of these stories are Numb3rs and Don/OFC.

Complete: Best Friends or soul mates (Numb3rs), Wedding Bliss (Numb3rs)

I am the girl that was 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 because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who has nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only 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 just too much to bear.

We are the couple that had the reolter 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 even visit the child 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 cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support to turn too because I am a male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection towards other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who wanted to teach gym until some one 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 the society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors on 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!