I could be breath-takingly beautiful, and still be a complete and utter bitch. I don’t care if you think I’m hot, cute, sexy, etc. Seriously. Keep your opinions about that to yourself. If you want to comment, tell me about something we have in common, like music, anime, or books.
I am not looking for a boyfriend. If I'm looking for anything, it's for a partner, someone who is my equal. I don't like people paying for me, unless we take turns. I'm independant and I like it that way. I wouldn't make a cute, quiet, and meek girlfriend, so bugger off.
My name is Allison, I go by Allie among other names. I accept nicknames as long as they’re reasonable.
I do a bit of volunteering. I'm registered as an organ donor because I figure once I'm dead, I'd rather save someone's life and give them more time with their family. I also donate blood for the same reason. Then I go down to the local bible camp and help in the ceramics shop for my friend's mom. We paint the eyes on the ceramics for the kids and 12 hour days aren't uncommon for the last night. Painted eyebrows look funny at 2am.
I’m usually fairly patient, just don’t do something really stupid which you know will piss me off.
I’ve got a bit of an odd sense of humor and rather enjoy some ‘bad jokes’. Mom’s British and a nurse. I get my sense of humor from her.
None of my friends are ‘normal’, and I wouldn’t consider myself as such. Just makes things fun.
I've currently got two wives and a husband, and yes there are some fairly entertaining stories behind that.
I’m planning on living to be about 90 or older and have wheelchair races with my friends.
Yes, I can be blunt. Yes I do realize this. If I offend you, chances are I probably didn’t mean to, then my apologies. If you’re being quite the spectacular fuckwit, then I have no reason to apologize.
If you’re going to take the time to message me, at least check my age, I’m not all that amused by guys who have a good 5+ years on me telling me how hot they think I am.
NOTE: If English isn’t your native language, I’m not about to freak out at you. I think people learning and using other languages is great and I really don’t mind chatting with others to help them practice, or help me practice.
I am the girl who got kicked out of her home when 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 boy who killed himself after his boyfriend died in an attack.
I am the boy who faked sick because I was afraid to see what was written on my locker today.
I am the boy who helped viciously attack his gay friend, because he didn't want his other friends to know that he had been seeing him.
I am the boy who's afraid to look another boy in the eyes, because of what he might think.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the boy whose father hits him because I told him I was in love. With a boy.
I am the boy whom has to hide his feelings from the rest of the world because of there intolerance to difference.
I am the one who is scared to love because the one i love doesn’t fit the standards of a materialistic life
Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong, and feel free to add to it.
And one last thing. Don't fuck with my friends. I love them dearly, and anyone who decides to mess with them will be dealing with me, and my steel toed boots. I’ve also got good aim with my knees ^_^.



