Hello Friends, this is Jack'n'Jules speaking. All you've got to know about me is that I'm from Germany and (obviously) a writher. Actually I'm just Jack. Jules is my favourite cousin who'd be allowed to post here, if she had something to post.

If, in my English storys or here, I make big and/or obvious mistakes please tell me! I won't be offended.

Also, please forgive me, but this profile is more or less closed. I know, I was going to finish miracle like two years ago and I also have some work left in progress, but, I just need a break from writing fanfiction right now.

Check out some of the storys.

Your Jack.

You see, I'm a Gryffindor after all - more balls then brains

#Bevor du jemanden kritisierst solltest du erst eine Meile in seinen Schuhen laufen. Und wenn du ihn dann kritisierst, bist du eine Meile entfernt. Und hast seine Schuhe.#

pass the ribbon around if you know someone that has survived, DIED, or is living with cancer

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.
I am the girl who is the only one that holds her lesbian friend if she is crying.
I am the boy, who is not allowed to be friends with the boy next-door,
because he’s gay.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.