I have changed my pen name because life moved me past Torns and now I'm Forensics Fox.

I want to thank all my readers and reviews for hanging on while I took what could be considered a break from writing Fanfiction. I needed it, I was out of ideas and trying to get back in the swing by writing off old ideas. That ends now. I have new ideas and I'm ready to work. I will be completing Not What it Appears and Hogwarts Here I Come, though the second will most likely not be what I had originally imagined. Thank you all for holding on for me and for continuing to read my work.

Just FYI, I will be typing up Not What it Appears before tackling Hogwarts Here I Come, though the title on the second may change. I'm not 13 anymore, I need to write some good stuff.

(In case anyone was curious, I started writing and posting on here when I was 13(hence the change), so my oldest stuff is from that age)

Name:Ren

Age: I'm still in college, and of age to vote

Description:Now a redhead, living life and ready and willing to update.

Hobbies: Writing, Fanfiction, Reading, Painting, sewing, making friendship bracelets and shoelaces, drawing, knitting, hanging out with friends, and a lot of other things I don't feel like adding

I just really like this. I feel inspired every time I read it. I also feel like I know the best and the worst of humanity.

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.

If you do not agree with Homophobia or gay hate, please pass this on and use it in everyday life. The person who only speaks but does not act will always find themselves looking up to the person who acts but may not speak. Words have power, but sometimes they need action to back them up.