| Friends list stuff... |
[Oct. 12th, 2009|08:52 am] |
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I'm going to be trimming my friends list down a bit. This is a public entry so that if you really want back on it, you can reply and tell me so. If not... Well, it was nice to have known you in the meantime.
Otherwise... I'm clearing off people who never comment, that I don't feel particularly close to, or that never post much themselves. |
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[Aug. 22nd, 2009|06:13 pm] |
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Click the eggs! Click them I say!!!
Seriously, I wanna see what happens if they hatch ^_^
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[Aug. 17th, 2009|01:11 pm] |
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Click em! Click em I say! ^_^
...I am so easily amused.
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| What Big Cat Are You? |
[Apr. 9th, 2009|06:05 pm] |
| You Are a Lynx |  You are a quiet observer of the world around you. Your wisdom comes from listening carefully.
You've always been extra sensitive and aware. And it's made it difficult for you to fit in.
You see past people's outward personas. You are able to penetrate a stranger's soul.
What you've learned about people is both beautiful and ugly. And you keep these secrets to yourself. |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2009|10:40 am] |
I am the mother who told her lesbian daughter to invite her girlfriend over for dinner.
I am the father who punished his son for calling you a fag.
I am the preacher who told my congregation that love, not hate, is the definition of a true follower of God.
I am the girl who did not learn the meaning of "homosexual" until highschool but never thought to question why two men might be kissing.
I am the woman who argues (quite loudly and vehemently) with the bigots who insist that you do not have the right to marry or raise children.
We are the high school class who agrees, unanimously, along with our teacher, that love should be all that matters.
If you agree, repost this. Do it. You don't have to be afraid. You can handle it. You're stronger than you think.
Hate will not win. |
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| Whee.... |
[Dec. 26th, 2008|10:28 pm] |
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Just finished watching a movie, "I, Robot". Never saw it before tonight, and I have to say it was pretty awesome. Tech's threatening me with another movie... "Meet the Feebles". I'm afraid now, very very afraid... |
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[Dec. 26th, 2008|10:08 am] |
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 in your journal if you believe homophobia is wrong.~*~
~*~Spread the love. ~*~ |
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| Bad wreck... |
[Dec. 8th, 2008|05:30 pm] |
It's being posted around, so I thought I'd drop this on my journal as well. Spectra was in a very bad wreck yesterday, and lost her right arm from injuries in said wreck. Please, if you have anything you can chip in, donate to help Susie and Spectra deal with the medical bills and such.
Nobody should have to deal with this during the holidays. Even if it's just a few bucks, it will help.
Thank you all.
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| Whee! |
[Jul. 24th, 2008|08:17 am] |
I commissioned a BEAUTIFUL picture for Tech, as a wedding gift from me to him.
And, I think, I couldn't have asked for a more perfect picture for the occasion. I'll let y'all decide for yourselves though. Last picture in the entry:
http://bloodhoundomega.livejournal.com/242283.html
Yes, it cost a bit... But it is VERY, VERY MUCH WORTH IT!
So, go commission BloodhoundOmega and stuff! |
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| Trolls, don't bother. |
[Apr. 9th, 2007|03:40 pm] |
I'm starting a new LJ. For those that tried to troll me before because of my association with a particular horse-fur, don't F***ing bother me. Some people can't be helped no matter how hard you try. And believe me, I did try. You can't help those who won't help themselves.
As for me, living in Atlanta now... It's nice. Different, but very, very nice.
Anyway, what better way to start an LJ then with a meme? :D
Crush this person!
Get your own ThisCrush.com CrushTag! |
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