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Name: Minako Angel

Avatar: Kantarou from Tactics (the cover of a doujinshi)

Author's Note

12/12/12: Another year has passed and I have been inactive on for the most part. I would like to apologise to every reader who keeps checking back on my stories to find they have not been updated. I have definitely tested your patience with the huge wait between my updates. Unfortunately, many of my stories on here are on hiatus at this moment in time. However, I will shortly be uploading the next chapter of Shades of Grey. I owe a lot of readers - old and new - a big thank you for their support with this story. Chapter Fourteen is coming soon...

To all my reviewers:

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and review my stories! I appreciate the honest feedback as well as the demands for updates. I apologise for not being able to update as quickly as I would like and praise the patience you have with me. My stories may not have been continued without your support. I hope everyone enjoys reading my work as much as I enjoy writing it!

Notice: To all those who think homophobia is wrong and want to fight for a better future for our gay and lesbian friends, please repost this into your profile:

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.

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

Bonne Lecture!

Profile Updated: 12/12/12