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[Thursday
September 8th, 2005 at 12:23am] |
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 woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. (yes, this actually happened: read more)
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.
Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong
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[Tuesday
May 31st, 2005 at 8:25pm] |
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Tittle: Breakfast
Author: Trick
Disclaimer: Charlie, Claire, Aaron and Imaginary Peanut Butter arent mine. Unfortunately. (I mean, I’d be the happiest chick in the world if I had Charlie and Peanut Butter. * licking lips *)
Characters: Charlie. Claire and hints of Aaron.
Summary: It’s breakfast time in the Pace house, but there’s something very important missing...
Rating: As I’ve already said, I don’t know how to rate fics. Because, honestly, I think it’s a matter of point of view. But…ahm…I don’t know, let’s say PG-13.
A/N: I only wrote it because I miss peanut butter.
( He looked absolutely adorable. He was still drying his hair with the towell, and had that goofy grin plastered on his face. )
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[Tuesday
May 17th, 2005 at 9:37am] |
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Tittle: Wish Granted
Author: Trick
Disclaimer: I dont own any of this...blablabla...not mine...yadda, yadda...JJ Abrams and Damon Lindelof are the bosses...yeah, whatever. You guys know the drill.
Pairings: multi-pairing fic.
Summary: Sequel to Closure. Four and a half years after the crash, the castaways get rescued. Big yay, huh? Well...not exactly. They eventually figure out that life on the wild is kiddy cake compared to life in civilization. Afterall, almost five DO change the world.
Rating: I never know how to rate these things, since I think it is a matter of point of view, but...whatever. Let’s go with R, cause the castaway might get a little naughty between one thing and the other.
Category: Romance/Humour/Angst/Action
A/N: Once again, please comment. This fic is dedicated to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) isa_gallagher , who requested a sequel do Closure.
( Charlie rolled on his makeshift bed, in his sleep and snored )</span></span>
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[Tuesday
May 3rd, 2005 at 6:52pm] |
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Ok, another attempt on a fic. This is a C&C. Very fluffy - God only knows how on Earth I was capable of writting fluffiness. I only write angst. Or smut.
Uh...I hope you guys will enjoy it. Its not exactly Shakespeare...but it isnt bad either.
Tittle: Bed time
Author: Trick
Disclaimer: I don’t any of the Lost characters, or anything on Lost for that matter. (Unfortunately, cause God knows I’d love to own Charlie or Sawyer! – or both of them, whatever.)
Parings: Charlie and Claire
Summary: The baby just wont sleep, so Charlie decides to use a very old parent trick.
Rating: PG-13, for mentions of violence.
Category: Romance
A/N: Please, comment! Even if its just to say that it sucked big time.
( Once upon a time... ) </span>
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[Monday
April 4th, 2005 at 2:57pm] |
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A little ficlet. Just cause I was so borreeeeddd....!!! And needing to write some angsty!Charlie.
Title: Closure
Rated: PG
Summary: Liam can´t forget his baby brother.
Disclaimer: I don´t own any of this. (Unfortunately. ‘Cause God knows how much I’d love to own Charlie!)
A/N: Just because the show never shows how the family of the survivors reacted to the accident. Oooohhh…btw, people. Please, don’t hate me. I don’t hate Liam. Actually, I kinda like him.
( There are some moments in our lives that define what turn we’ll take in the future. )
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March 17th, 2005 at 8:57am] |
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As promissed, here's my first fic. Please, dont laugh! Its the first time I write a fic, and the first time EVER that anything I've written is published. So...I hope you guys like it, and...dont forget to comment.
Title: Happy Birthday
Pairings: Spike/Buffy
Rate: PG-13 (just a tease...)
Disclaimer: Everybody knows I dont own any of this. Joss is the lucky bastard that came out with the idea.
Notes: This fic popped to my head last friday, while my mom and I were cleaning the house and listening to The Platters' album. Its specially dedicated to Dru, who stayed up almost till midnight to help me with the template.
Timeline: Somewhere between Smashed and As you were. Lets just pretend that Older and Far away never happened.
Summary: Buffy's birthday always brings trouble, pain, blood and deception with it. Well...Spike wants to change that little tradition.
( follow the white rabbit! )
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[Friday
March 11th, 2005 at 4:14pm] |
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So...this is my first time at a Live Journal. Wow...it feels weird. I'm used to very simple stuff...But, I think its just the first impression.
Anyway...I created this LJ to publish all my fics. In my blog it would impossible. (Dont ask why.)
I hope to post Lost (C/C), BTVS (Spuffy) and Dominic related fics in very very soon.
See ya, guys!
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