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.
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Hey all! The instructions for using this mood theme are the same ones found here: http://community.livejournal.com/_creati
So, let’s get started.
1) Download the file here, unzip, and upload all images to your own provider. Do NOT change the names! Suggestion, don’t use “tinypic.” Photobucket has this great bulk uploader, that’s what I use.
2) Go to your Admin Console and in the text box, paste this exactly:
moodtheme_create "Dr. Horrible- Billy/Horrible" "msmanuscript"
3) Grab the number code. Open the admin console text document. Should be easy, it’s the only one there. Hit edit>replace. Change the 12345 to whatever the code that they gave you is, and hit replace all.
a. Since you have it open, replace “http://www.hosting.com” with whatever provider you have the images on. Do NOT replace the “/chipper.png 90 52” parts.
b. Also, do NOT put in the “/chipper.png” piece.
4) Copy the whole text document, and paste it into the admin counsel box, hit “execute.”
Now you’re all set! Just go in and set the mood theme! Any questions feel free to message or comment me and ask. Please put “mood theme: M.S. Manuscript” or a link to my journal in your side-bar or somewhere so that others can find it. Let me know if you’re going to use it, because I just love seeing how these look on other backgrounds!
- How:: accomplished
- How:: excited
Life update! Addicted to Tumblr. Spend every waking moment on it when I'm not at work.
Been at work almost non-stop. I'm so tired.
Work has ended! Yay!
Oh wait I'm out of a job for six months. Fuck.
Looking for a new job! Yay!
Addicted to Steam Powered Giraffe. Yay!
That's who my icon is. That's Rabbit, played by the beautiful Bunny Bennett. God she's so cute I just want to pinch her cheeks! Except that she's like, six feet tall. Makes it kind of hard.
Here, watch a video of theirs!
WHATEVER YOU DO! Do NOT fall in love with the gold robot. Do not do it. The copper one, the silver one, that's all fine and dandy. Loving the golden robot will break your heart. Don't fall in love with him please? Okay.
Spending a lot of time on Tumblr. Find me there under these links:
http://bloggerserif.tumblr.com/ (My reblog ANYTHING GOES blog.)
http://writertimes.tumblr.com/ (My fanfiction blog. Worth following, I've gotten better at writing! I make people cry over TOASTERS!)
http://originalserif.tumblr.com/ (My original works, not fan-material.)
Welp that's my update. I should come on LJ more often yeah?
- How:: artistic
Any British fandom/Any American fandom, author’s choice, a bit of Brit.
BBC Sherlock/Supernatural, Dean, Sherlock, John.
Author’s choice, author’s choice, mug shots
Supernatural, Dean and Sam.
Animorphs, Jake and Rachel, follow the leader
Any, any, waffles at midnight
Dr. Horrible, Moist/Billy friendship.
Any, any, “Some idiot brought a koala on a submarine.”
BBC Sherlock, Sherlock and John.
Sherlock (BBC); Mycroft/Sebastian Moran; Late
Sherlock, Sherlock, mediation
Doctor Who, Lucy/Master, Bride and Gloom
Sherlock, Sherlock/John, Storm.
Any, any, thrilling heroics
Supernatural, Dean, pie eating demons
Any, any, second star to the right
Third Star, everyone.
Any, any, body language
BBC Sherlock, Sherlock.
Title: Bee legs
Author: M.S. Manuscript (Serif Balehawk)
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Rating: Kid friendly
Size: One shot.
Sample: "'You're not human, are you Sherlock?' 'Why was this a topic in the first place John?' 'I was starting to think that perhaps I had taken up a flat with an alien.' And with such a simple statement, John had become the bee legs under the looking glass."
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Long story short, until I can actually sit down and type shit out. I applied at a theater for a tech job. I got it. Today was my first day of work, and I'm tired as fuck. So, I'm off to sleep, and I'll try to update at least once a month on here. Now that I have money again, I can buy my icons back! Yay! Bye!
- How:: enthralled
Not because I don’t support, not because I do not love.
I did not wear purple today
Because I support so much.
I wore white and black today.
White is the presence of all colors.
It is red, and blue, and green.
It is orange, and yellow, and purple.
It is teal, and fuchsia, and mauve.
It is every color you can dream of and more.
It is the hope of every person alive.
It holds within it the support of killing cancer
And bringing home our troops
And being allowed to marry
And saving animals that need it
And black is the absence of color.
A time when we no longer need to support an idea
Because it became reality.
No longer needing to show that someone needs support for who they are
Because they can be open about it.
No longer needing to hope that people will live
Because we’ve already assured it.
I did not wear purple today.
Not because I do not support one thing.
But because I support everything.
You can also see it posted at the bottom of the LJ cut.
( Long post about Christianity vs. Paganism in the media.Collapse )
- How:: thoughtful