Midnightsunrhys• Show stories

So now what, um well here goes, about me;

Hello :] I'm a bisexual, although by far I lean towards women, and I am a complete and utter random wreck of a person. Things I love to say include I like cheese, 28, cookies, take a wild guess, and 11.

I still use my fingers to count occasionaly and am undecided on any of my beliefs, meaning hell, in future years I may be Buddhist.

I'm always the person who stays behind to look after someone, or wait with them, be it a best friend, or someone not so close. I see this as a curse, but I've just always been that person damn me.

Loveee soccer, and basically most sport. Within the club soccer that I play people call me a freak because i love to loose :] Some people get so wound up about it, and angry even when they loose, making complete fools out of themselves. I think I enjoy loosing because if I have tried my best I see no reason not to be happy about playing sport I like, plus there's less pressure and more time to muck around and have fun :] Eh, each to their own though right?

I have passion, just nothing I'm too obsessed over, and I know many who would argue with me on that point, but sucked in, its my page. On an end note, I love, deep remarks or even comments, superstition, looking at love, who I am, all my friends, vampires, colour, poems, soccer.

Take a breath, cause sorry but here comes more...

Family {I just know I'll feel guilty if i don't put them in}, rain, hugs and kisses, messy hair, people with socks on, randomness. Carefree people, kids {they're growing on me}, cold mornings, the good old CD, suprise hugs and kisses, forgetfulness, laughter, being called baby, grass {oh, and you too trees}, sand {maybe not so much}, and more...

I hope you enjoyed, so please leave a comment...


P.S. I am an obidient sheep;
''Life is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.''


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(¸.•´ (¸.•´~Pass the ribbon around if you know someone that has survived, died, or is living with cancer. {P.P.S}


And lastly P.P.P.S
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital, because they stopped operating on me when they found out that I was homosexual .

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.

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