Greetings readers, writers, friends, enemies, stalkers, ghosts, Martians, the clinically insane, the totally insane, the less-insane-than-totally-insane-but-still-pretty-crazy insane, leprechauns, unicorns, sasquatches, kitty-people, lizard-people, mole-people, and anyone else I don't have the time or patience to mention; I come to you from my own little world (don't worry they know me there).

My real name is Kelly, and for those of you that don't know, I am in fact a girl,

-16 yrs old

-birthday: June 28 (so wish me happy birthday)

-I'm a total fangirl and have a thing for hot cat-guys (if you read Shugo Chara i claim Ikuto as my permanent ultra-smexy-playgirl-kitty-boy but i don't mind sharing him every now and then)

My one true passion is reading. When my nose isn't stuck in a book, chances are it's pressed against the computer screen while reading fanfiction. I haven't yet gathered the courage to try writing my own fanfic, but who knows... maybe one day. . .

favorite anime

D.Gray-Man -(so awesome)

Full Metal Alchemist

Trigun

KIBA

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Bleach

Death Note

Saiyuki

Hunter X Hunter

Ruroni Kenshin

--I've read and watched a lot more

I'll go ahead and tell you now so it doesn't come up later at an awkward time I LOVE YAOI its my crack yes thats right it's as good and addicting as drugs...(okay maybe not, i wouldn't know i don't do drugs)

if you don't like yaoi thats cool we can still be friends, but its like i always say: "good friends share your interests, true friends share your perversions"

And now an ode to yaoi:

If yaoi were vodka

And i were a duck

I'd swim to the bottom

And drink my way up

But Yaoi ain't vodka

And i ain't a duck

So give me some yaoi

And shut the fuck up

PLEASE READ WHAT'S UNDER THIS! It's actually important.

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 itTry not to cry.

You have to take the good with the bad, smile when you’re sad, love what you’ve got, and remember what you’ve had, ; always forgive but never forget, learn from mistakes but never regret, people change, things go wrong, just remember life goes on

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to make you human, and enough hope to keep moving on

Well strip me naked, wrap me in seaweed, and call me sushi, because thats all i have to say!

--KitCat out