This is Michael Buckley. He has something to say.

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.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

I have this posted on my profile on Fictionpress. This is a topic I feel really strongly about, and I know is a really hot debate now, especially with the presidential elections coming up.

I don't understand why people are so worked up about this...? I mean, I guess because it's in the Bible.

Fine. I'm a Lutheran. You know what else is in the Bible, in that same section?

Well, you're saying, you're gay and you go to hell (like it's a choice, but just roll with me, haters).

Have you ever eaten shrimp? Shellfish?

Whoops. I guess you are too.

Times have changed, people. I think it's time we get over ourselves and keep our noses out of other people's business.

I could list statistics. I could say a lot. I just want an honest answer, no hater crap. Why the heck do you think that this is so wrong? What business is it of yours? Is it...disrupting you? Your life? No. It's THEIR choice. I guess we'll see when we die, but until then, live your own life instead of others' and you'll be LOT happier.

I just don't get it.

It makes me sad and it makes me heart hurt. The man in the video above is wonderful and has a lot to say. Love is love. It's not a choice. Call me a hopeless romantic, but I will fight this battle.

Land of the free? We know that's not true. Look at the wars, the deaths, the racism, everything. I'm not gonna go hating on heterosexuals because it's not my place to say stuff about how divorce rates are higher and so on, because I am one of them. *shrugs* So, you know, I won't.

I could say a lot.

But, I, like Ghandi, opt for silence.

I won't say anything more on this subject.

I wish more people could see this, not that they would care at all.

Please stop the hate,
-Just another girl living in America and wishing she could change it

Ps. And no. I don't care what people say about me, if you haven't noticed. Haters gonna hate. I post this with all seriousness because I feel strongly about it. I could do the same for racism. Maybe I will.
Just some thoughts...

YES!

I AM DONE WITH MY STUPID WEEK-TO-DO-A-GIANT-RESEARCH-PERSUASIVE-POWERPOINT-PRESENTATION-PROJECT ON POWER AND LEADERSHIP!!!
YES. THANK YOU GOD!
IT'S OVER!
Now, all I have to worry about is the science unit test next week, whatever the stupid band meeting is tomorrow, the presentation, the math final that will count on my high school GPA, packing for D.C. and so on too!
I fainted today! Aren't you so happy, nobody reading this? I fear everyone is ignoring me or too busy to look at this anymore...
Oh, I drew a pic of Tori! Cami, if you read this, wanna see it?
I think I'm getting better at drawing...I don't really like her face still, but it's getting better I think. I really like her epic boots, though.
I was wondering for a while where Ed's epic boots went, then I realized that he and Ling ate them...*sigh* I miss those boots. They were epic...*pouts*
Anyways, since I'm rambling for nothing as I've been being ignored here (understandable) and in my writing (slightly irritating, but it really wasn't all that great of a chapter, a, and b, Cami doesn't actually read my stuff, do you Cami? I was under the impression you got busy and stopped about half way through it all...this is what I get for writing intimidatingly long chappies....)
Eh, well...
^^
Toodles,
-Alice

The REAL Truth

Mwhahahahaha...

How to Put Your Foot in Your Mouth: by One of Our Presidential Candidates

http://xfinity.comcast.net/articles/news-politics/20120510/US.Romney.Gays/

Please click for Lesson #1.

...

We are dust.
And to dust we shall return.
I cause but pain.
I am but pain.
Take it all away.
What's left?
Nothing.
Worth latter.
Lesser.
Looser.
Tighter.
Strain.
Pity?
No.
Punishment.
All or none
Both
Stay as such.
For such.
For none
Forget me not?
Hardly
Love me not?
Please

Line discussion

Yes Camille. This is your fault. I feel ever so sorry for Travis and Vic and this thing that has been forced upon them. But it made me laugh...and...well...^^ xD Poor guys.

Star Signs

Your element: Air

Your ruling planets: Mercury

Symbol: The Twins

Your stone: Aquamarine

Life Pursuit: To explore a little bit of everything.

Vibration: Intense mental energy

Gemini's Secret Desire: To be ahead of the crowd
In ancient Greek mythology, Gemini's ruler - Mercury, was the light-footed messenger of the gods who darted back and forth across the heavens delivering news - which might explain why those born under the sign of the 'Twins' are always on the move; thirsty for knowledge and new experiences. Terminally curious and sometimes even mischievous, Geminis are multi-faceted souls who enjoy knowing a little bit of everything but generally not too much about one particular subject. It's just that variety is the spice of their lives!

In Astrology, Geminis have also gained the reputation of being the incessant talkers of the zodiac. Those Twins that don't have the 'gift of the gab' are usually talented writers or have a special interest in foreign languages. In love, they look for a partner who can keep up with them mentally and physically! And, to quote Oscar Wilde, "there's one thing worse than people talking about you, that's people not talking about you." Whether Geminis like it or not, people are usually "talking about them". Together with Scorpio and Virgos, they are a sign that is often discussed, dissected and sometimes even put down by the other signs of the zodiac. Sometimes this is a subtle form of jealousy by others, because Geminis do lead very unique and unusual lives. The Gemini personality can appear mysterious or detached to others and therefore they are often misunderstood and unappreciated for the talents they offer to the world at large.

Another reason Geminis evoke so much interest is many born under this sign are multi-dimensionally talented. In money matters, some Geminis are very adept and quick at making it...and spending it too. Many Geminis are involved in international financial wheeling and dealing. They love the adventure and game playing involved in out-thinking other people. Gemini's can be very haphazard about their financial affairs too, with many of them ending up in divorce courts mainly because their partners have become tired of living on the edge of a financial precipice.

The twins' birthday: June 1st

An Excerpt from AJ

The scene changed.
Again, I watched, but was aware. Was aware, but couldn't move.
"Can I sit?"
A grunt. A shaking head.
"Please?"
Feet dangled over an edge of a drop at the top of a grassy hill. A house in the distance. A meadow stretched out in front. Trees lining the edges. Another declining motion.
Two pairs of feet dangled over the edge. "Why not?"
"I just want you to leave me alone." Gaze cast to the side.
A pout. Imploring eyes that matched the sky. Only one head of hair that blew with the wind. "It's not fun being alone."
"I know."
"Then why do you like it?"
Silence.
A small smile. A head leaning on a shoulder. "I know you don't like it here but I think it might be good for you. My mom likes you and wants to help you have a home again. It has to be better than the orphanage."
"I don't know. They leave me alone there, mostly."
A frown. "What about me? Isn't it nice, having a friend?"
"No."
A silence. "Well, that's sad."
Another pause. A shrug.
Two pairs of eyes directed into nothingness.
"I'm sorry you don't like it here. But I do. I wish that life wasn't temporary. But," a small shrug. "I guess that's okay. It'd just be nice to do what I can, while I can. I'd like to see you happy."
The words Leukemia and HIV/AIDS flashed over her head but she didn't seem to notice.
"Why do you care?"
"Well, why not? You've gone through a hard time. I couldn't imagine what it'd be like if my parents…" A slight sniffle.
"Then you're just as much use as the rest of them."
A raised eyebrow. "Just as much use, huh? At least you didn't knock me down because of my condition." A small smile.
A sideways glance. A silence.
"I really am sorry though. I wish I could help you."
"You can't."
"I know."
"Then why are you here?"
"Because everyone needs a friend, whether they think they do or not. Just someone to listen." A shrug.
"I'm not going to spill my guts about how awful I feel about my traumatic past like some heroine in a tragedy, if that's what you want." Eyes shifted back to the distance.
"Are you crazy? Why would I want that?" A nose turned up.
A head turned. Curious eyes. "Really?"
A nod. A smirk. "Really. I want you to spill your guts and tell me all your secrets from before you had guts to spill." A fake evil laugh.
A glare. Just a hint of amusement. "Whatever." Eyes turned away again.
A smile. A head leaning against a shoulder. "I'll get you to crack eventually, you know."
I, or, rather, the me at that time, stiffened at her touch. I looked at her. Her eyes were closed until I did, then they sprung open. She looked at me intently, not with any particular purpose, just looking.
I remembered my thoughts: Eventually? Using what time?
I returned her stare, wondering how she could be so brave. Though her head was close to mine, the only hair that tickled my neck was my own.
Finally, I blinked, still not willing to break the silence that had settled around us, the kind only found in places undisturbed by urban development, but unable to stay still. When I did, she leaned up and kissed me on the cheek, softly. She pulled away slowly. I turned red.
"W-what was that for?" I demanded, pressing my fingertips to my cheek instinctively.
"For luck," she said matter-of-factly, smiling and sitting up.
I swallowed. "If anyone needs luck, it's you." It had to be said. Honestly, she made me feel shameful about my problems and my worries when she had much more imminent ones at the time. She didn't seem to care though. I didn't know how she did it.
She didn't seem to mind what I'd said. I guessed that was because she had already done the impossible, at least to me: she had come to peace with her lot in life, as sucky as it was.
She just shook her head, placidly. "I don't need luck," she whispered, calm and content as ever. "I don't need luck because I don't have a chance. My cards have been dealt and played and now…I'm going home. What's the use of luck when I can't make use of it? But you…you still have cards left in your hand. You haven't played some yet. You…still have a chance." She never dropped her smile as she spoke with much more wisdom than her age should have allowed. Her words never had a hint of sadness in them, or any indication that she was looking for pity.
I blinked. Wet cheeks again. Unworthy, I thought, taking a swipe at myself. I looked at her and broke down in front of her; for her; for both of us. I shattered into a million pieces, unable to be put back together again.
"Harley," I murmured, squeezing my eyes shut.
I opened my eyes.
A pair of brown ones stared back. Concern reflected in them.
Wet cheeks. Ruffling sheets. An aching chest.
I rolled over.
I closed my eyes.
Unworthy.
I tried to go back to sleep.