I am the boy who never finished high school because I got called a fag everyday.
I am the girl who was kicked out of her início because I confided in my mother I was a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because no one will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who held her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled night.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in a hospital because they would not let my partner of 27 years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who were the only loving family I had.
I am not one of the lucky ones, I killed myself weeks before graduating high school.
We are the couple who had the relater 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 management called on me.
I am the mother who isn't allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed and raised.
I am the woman who the court labeled an unfit mother because I now live with another 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 hever hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the início Economics teacher who always wanted to be the Gym teacher until someone told me that only lésbicas do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMT'S stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was a transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I can be a 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 the door to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most: love.
I am the person ashamed to tell my friends I'm a lesbian because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "Teach me a lesson."
--IF YOU BELIEVE HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG...REPOST THIS!--
I am the girl who was kicked out of her início because I confided in my mother I was a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because no one will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who held her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled night.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in a hospital because they would not let my partner of 27 years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who were the only loving family I had.
I am not one of the lucky ones, I killed myself weeks before graduating high school.
We are the couple who had the relater 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 management called on me.
I am the mother who isn't allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed and raised.
I am the woman who the court labeled an unfit mother because I now live with another 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 hever hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the início Economics teacher who always wanted to be the Gym teacher until someone told me that only lésbicas do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMT'S stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was a transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I can be a 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 the door to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most: love.
I am the person ashamed to tell my friends I'm a lesbian because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "Teach me a lesson."
--IF YOU BELIEVE HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG...REPOST THIS!--
It all started when Chloe was in the cozinha making cupcakes...
Chloe:I'm gonna bake these bolo de copo in time for when Sara comes!
(Sara walks through the door)
Chloe: aw, s**t.
Sara:wha?
Chloe:wha?
(Jimmy walks through door)
Jimmy:hi
Sara:jimmy what the h**l are u doing here ur not supposed to be here jimmy:i dont care im stupid
Chloe:yay another stupid person
(derpy comes out if nowhere)
Derpy:WHAT DOES THE FOCKS SAY ? RINGADINGADINGADOO RINGADINGADINGADOO
Fluttershy(is watching in security room)
Fluttershy:what. the. f***k did i just see
THE END
Chloe:I'm gonna bake these bolo de copo in time for when Sara comes!
(Sara walks through the door)
Chloe: aw, s**t.
Sara:wha?
Chloe:wha?
(Jimmy walks through door)
Jimmy:hi
Sara:jimmy what the h**l are u doing here ur not supposed to be here jimmy:i dont care im stupid
Chloe:yay another stupid person
(derpy comes out if nowhere)
Derpy:WHAT DOES THE FOCKS SAY ? RINGADINGADINGADOO RINGADINGADINGADOO
Fluttershy(is watching in security room)
Fluttershy:what. the. f***k did i just see
THE END
1.Determine how many times a week you eat or want to eat chocolate. It must be a number between 1 and 10, including 1 or 10.
Let's say you eat chocolate 8 times a week (we won't tell).
2.Multiply that number por 2.
8 x 2 = 16
3.Add 5 to the anterior result.
16 + 5 = 21
4.Multiply that por 50.
21 x 50 = 1050
5.Add the current ano (Gregorian).
1050 + 2011 = 3061
6.Subtract 250 if you've had a birthday this year. If you haven't had a birthday this year, subtract 251.
(Let's say your birthday hasn't passed yet.)
3061 - 251 = 2810
7.(Assuming you were born in 1975...)
2810 - 1975 = 835
8.You'll end up with a 3 or 4 digit number. The last two digits are your age (if you're under 10 years old there will be a zero before your age). The remaining one or two digits will be the number of times per week you eat or want chocolate (the number you specified in the first step).
8 pieces of chocolate a week, 35 years of age.
Let's say you eat chocolate 8 times a week (we won't tell).
2.Multiply that number por 2.
8 x 2 = 16
3.Add 5 to the anterior result.
16 + 5 = 21
4.Multiply that por 50.
21 x 50 = 1050
5.Add the current ano (Gregorian).
1050 + 2011 = 3061
6.Subtract 250 if you've had a birthday this year. If you haven't had a birthday this year, subtract 251.
(Let's say your birthday hasn't passed yet.)
3061 - 251 = 2810
7.(Assuming you were born in 1975...)
2810 - 1975 = 835
8.You'll end up with a 3 or 4 digit number. The last two digits are your age (if you're under 10 years old there will be a zero before your age). The remaining one or two digits will be the number of times per week you eat or want chocolate (the number you specified in the first step).
8 pieces of chocolate a week, 35 years of age.
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Scarlet
I tried to brush Dominic's hair away from his eyes. This time he let me. He had one green eye that was a completely different pattern then the black one. His eye had been replaced.
"Your lucky," I said. "I heard in 3017 they couldn't do that." I continued. "you started being able to in 3018."
"I'm not lucky." He said,"it could have just not happened."
"What did happen?"
"It's a long story. You wouldn't like it anyway."
"No I really would."
"No. I don't want to talk about it."
"Ok. You can tell me if you ever want to."
"Ok. Well I won't."
Scarlet
I tried to brush Dominic's hair away from his eyes. This time he let me. He had one green eye that was a completely different pattern then the black one. His eye had been replaced.
"Your lucky," I said. "I heard in 3017 they couldn't do that." I continued. "you started being able to in 3018."
"I'm not lucky." He said,"it could have just not happened."
"What did happen?"
"It's a long story. You wouldn't like it anyway."
"No I really would."
"No. I don't want to talk about it."
"Ok. You can tell me if you ever want to."
"Ok. Well I won't."
At the end of series 3, you never really find out what happens to Zuko's Mom, do you? well, I've got an idea, check this out:
Ozai wanted to be firelord, but Azulon wouldn't let him be seguinte in line, yadda yadda yadda, Iroh and Lu Ten, yadda yadda yadda, Ozai has to kill his first born son. But Ursa didn't like that so she planned a plan so that Ozai would be firelord and Zuko would live, but then Ursa was banished and I THINK that Ozai killed Azulon but who knows. So, Ursa is banished, and I don't really know where she's gone....but remember when Aang was in the spirit world and he had to talk to "The Face Stealer" (Can't remember the name-sorry) and he changes his face, Right? Well you know that face or a girl with long dark hair? Doen't she look alot like Ursa? If you don't think so just have a look at how different Azula looked when she was crazy and cut her hair.
Think about it...I could be right!
So she of trapped in THE SPIRIT WORLD<--------
Ozai wanted to be firelord, but Azulon wouldn't let him be seguinte in line, yadda yadda yadda, Iroh and Lu Ten, yadda yadda yadda, Ozai has to kill his first born son. But Ursa didn't like that so she planned a plan so that Ozai would be firelord and Zuko would live, but then Ursa was banished and I THINK that Ozai killed Azulon but who knows. So, Ursa is banished, and I don't really know where she's gone....but remember when Aang was in the spirit world and he had to talk to "The Face Stealer" (Can't remember the name-sorry) and he changes his face, Right? Well you know that face or a girl with long dark hair? Doen't she look alot like Ursa? If you don't think so just have a look at how different Azula looked when she was crazy and cut her hair.
Think about it...I could be right!
So she of trapped in THE SPIRIT WORLD<--------
