Diaries of Sophia.

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It would all be fine if I was a male. But there’s a catch. I’m not. I’m a homosexual FEMALE. A lesbian, Dyke, a Yuri girl, call me what you want, it doesn’t change what I am or who I chose to fancy.2

Yes I’m in a relationship with another female. And? So what if I am? I still live and breathe. Run and play. Hurt and love. Even if I’m technically the male in the relationship, because I’m the more masculine of the two. This is a snap shot of my life, why I am like I am. The ins and outs of the ‘darker’ side of life. (Well as much as my family friendly Janet will allow me to. But that’s another story.) How I feel about things and what things get my back up the wall. How we have been forgotten only to be used as a natural source of porn.3

Tuesday- you know how school doesn’t really kick off by Tuesday? And everyone is dead on the Monday? Well Mondays you’ll find have quickly become my favorite day. So this is probably a bit lame verging on cliché but there are types of people in college. Little groups of over played roles, but Disney never gives you all the little bastards you need to avoid. For one there’s the infamous Hentai guy. He’s cute, a chick magnet and a boy magnet, slightly emo with a bad taste in films. Unknown to most he has a strong taste for producing Hentai. Hence the nickname Angel and I gave him. And that’s where we come in. His ‘resource material’ as he likes to call us. I’d give him the finger if he said that to my face! It’s wrong for us to draw Yaoi but he can draw us into his sick fantasies. AND what really annoys us he tries touching my little Angel. And that really annoys ME!!!4

Wednesday- it’s a short day really. Not much to do, only two lessons. Oh and there’s form. But it can be torture. Slow and drawn out. I hate Wednesdays, I’m not in Angel’s lessons and it’s a perfect time for Hentai guy to get to her. I don’t want him to corrupt her.5

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How DARE you! I lunged out with my left. A swiping attack. My fingers cut deep, into his cheek. Blood sprayed out sideways as he fell backwards. It was all slow. Just that moment, that brief snap shot. It took forever for him to fall. As soon as he hit the table in the canteen, a swarm of fan boys and fan girls crowded him. And as if there was a big queue card behind my head, or as if this had been rehearsed to perfection they all turned towards me.7

They looked gob smacked. Almost in tears, their eyes had turned to glass. Their pain and suffering and the shock drew out my life blood. Taking away all my anger, my strength and pulling everything away. Then his lips parted, taking one gasp of breath. And like a phoenix from the flames he lifted himself up, reborn yet the same old demon, the monster, Hentai guy. The wicked glint in his eyes still remained. He stood, leaning against the table. The fan girls and boys parted like he was an echo of ‘their’ messiah. 8

‘Why did you do that bitch?’ I swung for him again. But this time he caught my wrist. We were now eye level. His glare was painful. His hair shining in the, grim light.9

‘Why did you touch her?’10

‘Why?’11

‘Yes! She’s mine! You have no right to touch her.’12

‘All because of a little kiss?’ 13

He felt my hair. Just staring at me. I couldn’t move my other hand, paralysed by him. He still hung onto my wrist. He stepped closer; this was no longer the shy boy who sits in the canteen drawing all day. I tried to squirm away. I could feel my breath off his face, a boomerang that brought back a dark gloomy fear. He pressed his nose against mine. ‘Don’t you understand? I want you to be my slave.’ And he sealed his poisonous contract with a kiss. He turned away. I spat at him. ‘No. What do you think I am?’ he looked over his shoulder at me. ‘I’m not some sex slave for your twisted fantasies.’14

‘Humph. What have you got against me?’15

‘I just want to be human. Not someone trapped between sex slave, or the scum of the planet, the next target for genocide because of some person who thinks he has all the power in the world. Yet he is nothing than a mere, backward, mortal in a over sized shell who is for all Catholics a free phone to god. I shouldn’t be made into a BDSM Hentai character. Being this way is my expression. I’m no curse. I’m not destroying you, or killing the planet. My existence has no effect on you. I’m an individual. No living thing should be destroyed just because some ‘god’ says so. I doubt love you neighbor means love those who are like you and shoot those who aren’t. I’m no miss guided sheep and I’m no Catholic.’ 16