New Orleans...

Proud to swim home.

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Song of the Month:

To days of inspiration, playin' hookey,

Makin' somethin out of nothin'!

The need to express, to communicate.

To goin' against the grain, going insane,

To goin' mad!

To loving tension, no pension,

To more than one dimmension -

To striving for attention,

Hating convention,

Hating pretention -

Not to mention, of course, hating dear old

Mom and dad!

To riding your bike, mid-day,

Past the three piece suits,

To fruits, to no absolutes!

To absolute, to choice,

To the village voice -

To any passing fad!

To being an us for once,

Instead of a them!

La vie boheme!

La vie boheme!

(Ahem...)

Hey, mister!

She's my sister.

(So, thats five miso soup,

Four seaweed salads,

Three soy burger dinners,

Two tofu dog platters,

And one pasta with meatless balls.)

Ew...

It tastes the same!

If you close your eyes...!

(...And thirteen orders of fries.

Is that it here?)

Wine and beer!

To hand-crafted beers

Made in local breweries -

To yoga, to yogurt,

To rice and beans and cheese.

To leather, to dildos,

To curry vindaloo!

To huevos, rancheros, and Maya Angelou!

Emotion, devotion,

To causing a commotion,

Creation, vacation -

Mucho masterbation.

Compassion

To fashion

To passion-

When its new!

To suntag!

To Sondheim!

To anything taboo!

Gingsberg, Dylan, Cunningham, and Cage

Lenny Bruce!

Langston Hughes!

To the stage!

To Uta!

To Buddha

Pablo Neruda too

When Dorothy and Toto went

Over the rainbow

To blow off Aunty Em...

La vie boheme!

(Sisters?)

We're close.

Brothers!

Bisexuals, trisexuals, homosapians,

Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men,

Peewee Herman!

Germen wine, terpentine, Gertrude Stein,

Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa,

Carmina Burana

To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstacy,

Vaclev Havel, The Sex Pistols, A-B-C,

To no shame, never playing the fame game.

To marijuana!
To sodomy, its between god and me, to S&M

(Waiter, waiter, waiter!)

La vie boheme!

- La Vie Boheme

RENT

July

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Bio

Name: Emily

Gender: Huh, I wonder. If my name is EMILY, I THINK that I'd be a GIRL...

Age: 15

Location: New Orleans, LA and damn proud.

Height: 5'1 (AND A HALF! WOOT!)

Weight: O.o

Likes: Writing, reading, thunderstorms, kittens, coffee, anime, manga, art, drawing, stained glass, fresh air, hanging out with my friends, Pump It Up!2

Dislikes: Labels, labelers, sunny days, dogs that chew on EVERYTHING (including people like ME), people who do drugs, people who judge by looks, blisters/callouses

Hair: Dark brown, longer and curlier than I want it to be -.-

Eyes: A little lighter than my hair. :)

Favorite Food: Reeses...

Favorite Book: Bid Time Return

Favorite Colors: Aquamarine. :)

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Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the five percent who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile, and add your name to the list. AnimeKittyCafe, Hyperactivley Bored, Gem W, Bara-Minamino, Yavie Aelinel, IwuvMyKenshyPoo, Heidiplease, iNsOmNiAc BiLlIe JoE lOvEr, thnku4thevenom, Ceriadara.

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My Standards:

Okay, so "my standards" are really "my opinions on the world in general" but whatever.

Let's start off with the oh-so-lovable OC, shall we? Oh yes, let's, PLEASE.

OCs. My god, I could go on and on and on about this particular topic, but I really don't think that you' appreciate that very much, so I'll shorten my life-span-long rant into a paragraph. When an OC is well-written (as in is actually flawed like and human) I can deal with it. I can deal with an OC in stories where the OC is not the center of the story (i.e. Experiment 1207 by thnku4thevenom). What I CANNOT deal with is "A mysterious new girl appears. What does she have to do with Kai's past and why is he slowly falling in love with her?"; "A new girl/new girls appear at school and they are the PERFECT match for the Bladebreakers". I'm sorry, but self-inserts (as these obviously are) almost never fail to be Mary-Sues. I HATE MARY SUES. Shall I repeat that for you, a tad louder?

Hmmm, what else may I rant about? Ah yes, the dreaded "AIM spelling". Hate that too, nearly as much as aforementioned MSs and OCs. Okay, a little tip to you AIM-spellers out there: Your story has a much higher chance of being read when it's written well and mostly spelled correctly. 99.9 percent of the time, the only reason why I don't read fics is because of the spelling/grammer. I am not perfect, nor do I claim to be. I have no spellcheck, and I am only mortal. Thus, I make mistakes. But this: "Thes ppl wer, liek, sooo werd and stuf. she tld him 2 'stfu' and bitch-slped him and ran away'" is not simply a mistake. It's the result of someone who's too damn lazy to actually put any effort into their writing.

Eh. Nothing else to rant about...I'll be back with more in a few hours, so no worries.

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Homophobia and You: They're people too! Stop the hate and spread the love!

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.

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