Hey guy's I'm new to this so I may not be able to upload many stories just right now... but I'll try my best!

Name: preferably i would rather be called mad hatter... but if you wanna call me jack then go right on ahead.

Favorite color/s: Black is my fave, but since that's not technically a color, purple!

Favorite animal: Sloths and Skunks are kind of tied. I love them because I do, don't ask why! although i am fascinated with octopus.

Favorite season: Fall of course!! I love how cold it is, the tree's are just beautiful! and I just have a good sensation.

Favorite Genre: Horror is my top fave, mystery comes in second, fantasy is third, and science fiction is fourth. I just love 'em all!

Favorite book: Augh! There's soo many!!! Why you make me choose?!! *drum roll please* Either Fullmetal Alchemist (an Anime series I read), or Death and the Arrow Card (a book based in the 18th century, my most favorite century!)

Other Random Things About Me: My preferred gender is male but if you can get over the fact that i still have boobs and a vagina then at least try and say they them or their for non binary gender... if not then go fuck yourself because that's insulting. i am the kid who get called a freak based upon how i normally look. i wear baggy clothing that usually is all black. no I'm not EMO even though my hair is a bright azure blue Mohawk. i feel comfortable in dark clothes... it turns the eye off the fact that i look like i could be a feminine boy or a masculine girl. fuck my genes. i am the writer that writes mostly in the literary slash formal style. ignore my incorrect punctuation at the moment fore my shift key is broken.

Questions: If you have any questions then just ask... If it's really personal don't be mad or sad that I didn't answer back... It may take me awhile to answer your question so please be patient with me.

Gender

"Mommy, is that a boy or a girl?"
Asks away a young child.
Asking such a question makes me wanna hurl,
Literally making me wild!
Weather a person
Is a boy
Or a girl
Really shouldn't matter.
I may be the Mad Hatter,
But that doesn't mean that I am wrong.
Even though this is a messed up sing a long.
As long as you accept your true self,
And don't have to rely on stealth
To live your life,
Then you are perfectly fine.
Gender itself is a way to conform.
Which ever body form you have
Should not decide what you are.
Conforming one to a certain gender,
If they feel that they are the opposite,
Is an out right gender bender.
When you first meet someone
You should think of them as a blank slate.
Because you don't know anything about that one.
They may look like a bloke, mate,
But when the clock broke twelve
They became a gorgeous Cinderella.
What they wear on their normal hours
Shouldn't push them out from under the umbrella.
Causing showers of pain to rain down on them
Because they feel that they're being pushed,
Forced, even, into a body that is not their own.

(I wrote this poem. therefore it is mine. Mine and mine only. Not yours. Try and not steal it from me, I would very much appreciate that.)

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.