I’ve been away from this website for quite some time and have decided to come back and start writing again. I was previously on here and then went over to Jonas Brother’s fanfiction. Since JB fanfiction isn’t allowed on fanfiction I strayed away and found myself on this site less and less. For the past two months I haven’t been inspired to write anything for JB but I missed writing, so I’m back on here. I guess they became extinct as my muse. I enjoy writing and reading a wide variety of things including Harry Potter, Power Rangers, La Esperanca, ICarly and others. Although I do read and write about different things, most of them are involving homosexual relationships, which I find the ultimate irony! I’m strait and can’t get away from gay fictions, anyways if you don’t like reading things involving that than I wouldn’t recommend staying on my page.

Here are some things about me that you might mind interesting (or not)

- I’m a complete Straight Edge, if you don’t know what this is than please look it up. I’ve been following this philosophy for my whole life and hope to never stop.

-I have about 24 musicals on my IPod and a still collecting. Musical theatre will always be apart of my life and someday I hope to pursue it for fun along with my dream job of working for NCIS as a special agent.

- I believe in happy endings, so none of my stories will ever have the main characters in it unhappy. I’m still not sure how I can watch Titanic, read 1984, and listen to Bare.

-I’m not really big on quotes because I find the most enlightening statements embedded in the lyrics of musicals, but this is one that I feel in love with:

Here's to the crazy ones.

The misfits.

The rebels.

The troublemakers.

The round pegs in the square holes.

The ones who see things differently.

They're not fond of rules.

And they have no respect for the status quo.

You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,

disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.

About the only thing you can't do is ignore them.

Because they change things.

They invent. They imagine. They heal.

They explore. They create. They inspire.

They push the human race forward.

Maybe they have to be crazy.

How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song that's never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?

We make tools for these kinds of people.

While some see them as the crazy ones,
we see genius.

Because the people who are crazy enough to think
they can change the world, are the ones who do.

Thanks for checking out my profile!

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.
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