Name: Um... which one?

Age: Um... who's? Mine or the voices in my head?

DOB: Aug, 199_

Likes: Most anything that sounds good. There are too many things for me to name off.

Dislikes: High School Drama that people insist on continuing long after high school is over. It is really annoying and needs to stop.

I'm the type of person to be lost in thought most of the time. It really gets on my mother's nerves, but eh. Whatever. You can find me doing one of three things, Reading (Book, computer, etc.), Typing away at one of my stories, or paying attention to my boyfriend. At one point in time, I had a girlfriend, but then she got too possessive and demanding. Now, I have no problem with those two traits when it comes to lovers, but I refuse to be controlled like that. If I'm not doing one of the three things above, then I am most likely talking to myself, or acting out a scene from one of my stories, it actually helps me get over my writers block from time to time.

There's not much I will say about me, but if you want to get to know me, email or instant message me. I'll talk to almost anyone.

The humor in my stories confuse my friends a lot, so I won't be surprised if it confuses anyone else who reads them.

Quotes I like from books... If you by any chance know which books I refer to with these quotes, then feel free to tell me.

"Smile. It makes people wonder what you're up to." - Chara

"Remember, no matter what they are or where they come from, all women have one simple birth defect. BPD. Bitch Personality Disorder." - Jaden

"Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm." - Epithymia

"Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it." - Grace

"I never said it was your fault. I said I was going to blame you." - Janice

"Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, it's just that yours is stupid." - Katra

"It takes 42 muscles to smile. Instead pick up your middle finger and say 'Bite Me!'." - Fang

Quotes I've heard and believe in...

"This too shall pass"- Nothing is ever so bad you can't survive it . . . Everything is temporary.

"Never put it in writing."

"Happiness is a choice you make every day."

I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday.

I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson".

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.

I am the girl who loves her best friend but is afraid to let her know it.

I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it!

If you don't have a problem with Homosexuality copy this into your profile

Excerpt from Mary Schmich's article, "Advise, like Youth, Probably Wasted on the Young."

"Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen."

I DO NOT CLAIM THIS AS MY OWN!!! I READ IT ON MY LAST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL!!!