Seriously not good with introductions. So this is probably the worst intro you'll ever read. I'm basically a software developer. I write code for a living and fanfiction as a hobby. Currently I'm working on a book of my own. But I always end up abandoning it. I don't know if it'll ever see the light of day because right now I have it buried in the deepest,darkest folder of my laptop.

Apart from fanfiction, music is my life. My favorite band is H.I.M (His Infernal Majesty), my other favorites include Poets of the Fall, Hurts, Breaking Benjamin, Shinedown, Black Veil Brides, Sleeping with Sirens, Bring me the Horizon...this list will go on forever. but anyways most of my fanfics are inspired by their music.

So what else, I like to think that I don't have a specific pattern or mindset for writing. That is Harry isn't always submissive and Voldemort doesn't always have an upper hand. I can write anything as long as I'm passionate about it.

As a software developer I'm a master of logic and my husband as a psychiatrist is a master of emotions, that makes us a perfect match and recently most of the emotions in my fanfics are provided by him.

If I had to describe myself in three words, I would say I'm

1. Passive

2. Pensive

3. Persistent

That technically wraps my intro in a neat little bow. You deserve a medal if you read through all that.

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 did not 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.

I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

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