I LIKE GIRLS! AND I LIKE BOYS!
PEACHES ROCKS!!!!
IT'S ME!!!!
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I Got The Tattoo...I Found The Digi
This is it half done...
Here It Is...
Tiffany and Amnesha...My Bestfriends EVER.
Being A Bestfriend Means...[/color]
1. Always Telling Them Everything First.
2.Not Hiding Something, No Matter How Small.
3.Knowing Them Better Then They Know Themselves.
4.Always Knowing What They're Saying, Even If They Don't Say Anything.
5.Fighting Over Who Gets Shot.
6.Telling Them When You Want They're Attention, Not Waiting For It.
7.The First To Point Out How Special They Are, But Also Point Out When They Need To Relax.
8.Making Decisions For Them When They Need Help.
9.Being There When They Need Something, And Not Wanting Anything In Return.
10.Not Laughing At Them For Making A Fool Of Themselves, But Making A Bigger Fool Of Yourself To Protect Them.
11.When They Start To Randomly Sing, Not Telling Them To Shut Up But To Sing With Them.
12.When They Start Dancing, Giving Them A Funny Look Then Dance Twice As Hard.
13.Not Making Fun Of Them For Watching Baby Shows, But Watching Them As Well.
14.When They Are Having A Break-Down, Being There Until It's Passed.
15.When They Need The Smallest Hug, Giving Them The Biggest One.
16.When They're Nervous And Need You, Just Be There And Be Twice As Nervous.
17.Watching Over Them When They're Totally Smashed, Don't Just Leave Them.
18.If You Say No, Don't Back Down Stand Your Ground.
19.Come Home Immediatly When You Hear They're In Trouble.
20.Don't Hide Them From The World...Show The World That They're You're Friend And You're Not Ashamed.
Tiff has done all these things for me...I hope I've done all these things for her[/size]
My Baby Cousin...He's So Cute[/size]
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Holy Crap...This Corset Piercings Is Kinda Hot[/size]
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 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 visciously 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 boy who gave up on life because I never really knew what it was like to have one.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
i am the boy who will survive homaphobia
Repost this if you belive homophobia is wrong, and feel free to add to it. HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG
BEING GAY IS NOT WRONG