I haven't updated in forever. I've been sick, but have been told by
madame_d that it couldn't be worse than Ebola or the plague, so I guess I'm okay. :P I've just been curled up watching old episodes of WKRP in Cincinnati. *happy sigh*
I survived the series finale of QAF with a limited amount of tears (meaning I only cried the last 15 minutes). I rather liked "Weeds". I love Mary Louise Parker. :)
From nearly half my flist, but most recently from
nurseowens
Ask me something you'd like to know about me! Can be a personal question, random questions, silly questions... you name it! I honestly don't think I've got anything to hide! I'm very honest and open and willing to share everything. So feel free to ask something if you want to.
And maybe you can do the same in your journal so I get to ask you something too together with the others on your flist. :)
*pokes* Come on you guys, I don't bite...unless you want me to. *veg*
From
marylou_gr (Welcome back!):
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 didn’t 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.
Only behind a cut because everyone's already posted it.
*hugs flist*
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I survived the series finale of QAF with a limited amount of tears (meaning I only cried the last 15 minutes). I rather liked "Weeds". I love Mary Louise Parker. :)
From nearly half my flist, but most recently from
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Ask me something you'd like to know about me! Can be a personal question, random questions, silly questions... you name it! I honestly don't think I've got anything to hide! I'm very honest and open and willing to share everything. So feel free to ask something if you want to.
And maybe you can do the same in your journal so I get to ask you something too together with the others on your flist. :)
*pokes* Come on you guys, I don't bite...unless you want me to. *veg*
From
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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 didn’t 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.
Only behind a cut because everyone's already posted it.
*hugs flist*
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