~Dragoninthedungeon

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.

Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.

OMIGOODNESS!
My birthday is on TUESDAY!





so yea ^__^

As you've noticed, i've practically neglected D.A

I don't exactly have a reason. i just...haven't been on...geez...please don't pull the 'We miss you' shit....cuz it won't work ^-^;

So last night, ya know i go to bed at like midnight, i did not lock my door.
i wake up (partially) and my moms knocking on my window saying,
"Why did you lock you're door?"
i shrug and hit the snooze button. But apparently, i hit the SLEEP button. which doesn't wake you up for like another hour.
-___- so now im late and im goin to see if i can get someone to give me a ride.. or i can persuade my mom to let me stay home.

but yea, i did not lock my door, and you can't lock it from the outside because its not locked with a key....

And this morning, i heard a girl's voice say "Come on lets go!"
i thought it was my sister so i woke up....but she was SOUND ASLEEP.
So now im freaked out.

ANd then, i go to go on the computer to tell ya'll this, and it was off...i was like "okay." thinking my brother went on it, but then i get here and its like, "Would u like to restore you're last session?" I was like sure. then it came up with the youtube video i was watching last night.
which i closed out of normally so that thing shouldn't've popped up.
and now my keyboard when retarded (i restarted it then it worked...) but it had worked for like, writing three fourths of this journal. O_O

Oh I bet you can't guess what I've got in my pocket.

I bet you can't guess what I've got.

Oh I bet you'll never guess, oh I know you'll never guess,

So I guess I'll have to tell you what I've got.



I've got keys and a ring for ev'rything,

My lucky rabbit's foot.

A bell and a whistle and a feather and a thistle

And a map of Connecticut.



I've got balls and jacks and a few thumbtacks,

A stick and a paper bag.

Some tapshoe taps and some bottle caps

And a paint encrusted rag.



Oh I bet you can't guess what I've got in my pocket.

I bet you can't guess what I've got.

Oh I bet you'll never guess, oh I know you'll never guess,

So I guess I'll have to tell you what I've got.



I've got string and a cord and a rope and a board

All tied up in a knot.

Some pieces of metal from a real old kettle

And a pit from an apricot.



Oh why do I carry all this stuff around with me?

It's just that I've become attached to it, you see.

And with all this stuff in my pocket,

There's no need for me to lock it with a key.



So I bet you can't guess what I've got in my pocket.

I bet you can't guess what I've got.

Oh I bet you'll never guess, oh I know you'll never guess,

So I guess I'll have to tell you what I've got.

I've got a bicycle chain and a model airplane

And a bone from an old spare rib.

An umbrella handle and a melted candle

And my baby brother's bib.



I've got piles of sand and a rubber band

And a ruler and a fountain pen.

A jar full of oil, some aluminum foil

Left over from who knows when.



Oh I bet you don't know what I'll do in a minute,

I bet you don't know what I'll do.

Gonna empty out my pockets when we finish up our talk

'Cause with all this stuff, it's really hard to walk.



~~Now all i need to do is find the music to it. i mean, i know the tune and all but i want it....like on youtube or something. -__-