Nemorense @ 2010-06-26T20: 35:00
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. The
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 do not believe, But Because They Closed Their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
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Saturday, June 26, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Rubbermaid Trash Can Lid Replacement
Nemorense @ 2010-06-18T22: 46:00
The first time I saw "Que Tal?" Goya I was 6 years. It 'strange to say, but it was the thing that impressed me most was a trip to France.
That must be why I have never endured the ugly clothes.
It 's true, the sense of Caprices and work of Goya is not only that, but cafonaggine and excess and absurdity making fun of them ... You are about to see if that would be taken with the fashion bloggers (or how you spell it?) And mind-blowing things I see daily, real abominations to taste a kiss
= e.
The first time I saw "Que Tal?" Goya I was 6 years. It 'strange to say, but it was the thing that impressed me most was a trip to France.
That must be why I have never endured the ugly clothes.
It 's true, the sense of Caprices and work of Goya is not only that, but cafonaggine and excess and absurdity making fun of them ... You are about to see if that would be taken with the fashion bloggers (or how you spell it?) And mind-blowing things I see daily, real abominations to taste a kiss
= e.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Display Ip Cctv On Tv
flamingo_road @ 2010-06-13T22: 43:00
There are times when I want to be silent, when I think of not doing wrong none, in which I need not be concerned if I do it. Times when I just want my presence, when I think no one can depend on me, because I would not be able to handle it, to make pleasing his days.
Then there are times when they knock on the door and want to be with me, only me. They do not want anything, just look at me, just stay with me. It seems that they understand who is to be contacted. Their love is unconditional, pure and simple. Their love is lifting his head from the bowl to check if they still sitting next to them to join him. Their Love is the mood if I'm there. I am not able to repay the whole beauty of the emotions that I have sent them, but I can thank them for letting me know. They too are my family.
There are times when I want to be silent, when I think of not doing wrong none, in which I need not be concerned if I do it. Times when I just want my presence, when I think no one can depend on me, because I would not be able to handle it, to make pleasing his days.
Then there are times when they knock on the door and want to be with me, only me. They do not want anything, just look at me, just stay with me. It seems that they understand who is to be contacted. Their love is unconditional, pure and simple. Their love is lifting his head from the bowl to check if they still sitting next to them to join him. Their Love is the mood if I'm there. I am not able to repay the whole beauty of the emotions that I have sent them, but I can thank them for letting me know. They too are my family.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Nvidia Pci Bridge Device Driver
flamingo_road @ 2010-06-10T23: 23:00
If it were a woman and ask me who is the love of my life, I would answer "you." If it had two eyes and a mouth, I lost myself in his eyes and I would spend my time to kiss her. If I turn back, grabs her and say she is mine and can not leave. She belongs to me even though she was not born with me. She lifts me up when I drag on the asphalt. You understand me, because I understand her. You are me and I am her. I know that I did not need anything else, I know what my life, I know where is my life. Our place is not here and, day after day, I feel my skin sticky, jelly like rain. Day after day I feel hampered in everything I do.
But I can not disappear, I can not give love to chase another.
If it were a woman and ask me who is the love of my life, I would answer "you." If it had two eyes and a mouth, I lost myself in his eyes and I would spend my time to kiss her. If I turn back, grabs her and say she is mine and can not leave. She belongs to me even though she was not born with me. She lifts me up when I drag on the asphalt. You understand me, because I understand her. You are me and I am her. I know that I did not need anything else, I know what my life, I know where is my life. Our place is not here and, day after day, I feel my skin sticky, jelly like rain. Day after day I feel hampered in everything I do.
But I can not disappear, I can not give love to chase another.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Microwave Leak Detector Home Depot
swear they do metal in Latin
talked to my boyfriend and I discovered that knows them.
ok ... now called the neuro?
http://www.myspace.com/adeproject
really play well and groups rudra Ancient Greek metal.
should not know, I'm sick.
I only have one serious question, but they saw that is what the Latin sounds of Latin American (made by people Caribbean) as they can define their metal?
talked to my boyfriend and I discovered that knows them.
ok ... now called the neuro?
http://www.myspace.com/adeproject
really play well and groups rudra Ancient Greek metal.
should not know, I'm sick.
I only have one serious question, but they saw that is what the Latin sounds of Latin American (made by people Caribbean) as they can define their metal?
Friday, June 4, 2010
Need To Write A Report On Community Service
flamingo_road @ 2010-06-05T01:24:00
a few months I will go back to these moments. Rewind the days passed and still enjoy the joys that now walking on my skin, in the hope that the memories to take back these strong flavors. Change colors. Everything that exists only in the rare cases where it will be recalled, when you browse those snapshots of what has been, always faded.
I want to go back but I can not, so I'm happy to notice now.
a few months I will go back to these moments. Rewind the days passed and still enjoy the joys that now walking on my skin, in the hope that the memories to take back these strong flavors. Change colors. Everything that exists only in the rare cases where it will be recalled, when you browse those snapshots of what has been, always faded.
I want to go back but I can not, so I'm happy to notice now.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Minnetonka Kitty Suede Moccasins
flamingo_road @ 2010-06-01T22:55:00
I just do not get it. I do not get why girls act like this. They know Appear enthusiastic of getting to know me, They Seem so curious about me, they're Instantly fall for my eyes, for my hair, for my Femininity, Which Is So Easy, But They freak out and vanish Suddenly When They Realize I'm Not Like Them. I'm Not Like Them, What the Hell Is This Supposed To Mean? Am I too shy for Them? Am I too naive? Am I too unapproachable or unemotional? I think the deal is that I'm too deep for Them. I'm Too Much For Them. They can not handle me. That's the reason why girls dump me, But Only After Being dull and clingy, Which puts my patience to the test.
I just do not get it. I do not get why girls act like this. They know Appear enthusiastic of getting to know me, They Seem so curious about me, they're Instantly fall for my eyes, for my hair, for my Femininity, Which Is So Easy, But They freak out and vanish Suddenly When They Realize I'm Not Like Them. I'm Not Like Them, What the Hell Is This Supposed To Mean? Am I too shy for Them? Am I too naive? Am I too unapproachable or unemotional? I think the deal is that I'm too deep for Them. I'm Too Much For Them. They can not handle me. That's the reason why girls dump me, But Only After Being dull and clingy, Which puts my patience to the test.
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