(The profile picture is an original character of mine that is from a video game I'm working on. I'll probably never finish it though.)

Real name: Kristine

Meaning of Pen name: To crastine is actually a verb meaning to delay from day to day. It's poking fun at my need to procrastinate. I found it in a very odd dictionary I bought at Barns and Noble.

Age: classified

Location: classified

Interests: Studying, reading, Amine, Scifi...

How I describe myself: Definitely not outgoing

How the person who knows me best describes me: "Strange but kind, also a bit silly but smart." (I love him)

I has artwork. Just as bad as my writing -- http:///

UPDATE: 6 January 2014

I have revieved my long dead Fanfiction account! Saidly I am not updating my story... I am considering rewriting it at some point but I don't have the will to do so at this point.

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UPDATE: 11 January 2014

If your here for my letter to a certain someone--the link and all related messages were removed because the issue has been resolved. I'm still not sure if I should of made that message public, I was debating as I wrote it if I should keep it private, send it to the author or make it a public post somewhere--I wrote it more for my benefit so I could better organize my thoughts on the matter, then edited it to be a letter because I thought the subject of the note could benefit from the contents, then I posted it here when they didn't reply so it may benefit someone since I went through the trouble of reformatting it and uploading it anyways. :/ I need to spend more time reviewing how I think I should feel on this matter. I will issue no apologizes as of yet.

And now, for some real-life seriousness:

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 it.