I do not believe in these "About Me's," simply because I do not believe you can sum up a person with a few paragraphs. I cannot simply tell you who I am, because I am still trying to find the answer to that question. I know what I believe in; changing the world- one word at a time. And I know what I do not believe in; ignorance, indifference, and apathy. I do not think that there is a "justice," but I believe that there is a TRUTH that will come to the minds of the people. I can only hope that happens during my time, and if not, at least I tried.
I draw. I play guitar. I smile. I laugh. I hold my hand out to others by sharing my words. Words DO make a difference, and I plan on showing people that.
At some point in my early childhood, REALITY hit me, like a slap to the face. I stopped believing in words, in music, in people, in love, in happiness, and in anything that didn't quite fit my perception of the "adult world." Someone who I cared for dearly helped me out of that four year slump- showed me that creativity wasn't foolish, it was lovely. They showed me I had to get these thoughts out- to share them with the world! If I had something to say that meant a lot, then I should show it.
If reality is truly as cold as it was during those four years, then I guess I must be living in insanity.
I N F L U E N C E S
You
The World
People.
Fall Out Boy (yes, I said it)
HeyHiHello!
The Academy Is...
Cobra Starship
I Set My Friends on Fire
Chiodos
Panic At the Disco
Lupe Fiasco
Say anything
And probably more idk..
S U P P O R T
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 person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.