I REALLY ADORE DEAN MARTIN.
TI AMORE SENGORE MARTIN <3
XOXOXO.
ANY OLDIES LOVERS OUT THERE FELLOW FURRIEZ????

im looking for you where ever you are
i scoot in the grass and wish on a star.
man or woman.
i will take care of you
still looking for a mate
and someone to my heart is true ^-^

its the faults that make the perfection.
anf if you are not at peace with yourself then you are at war.
*licks tail*
the way i see it. there's only two sides of the fence and you can't sit on top of it forever.
one side: acceptance
other side:rejection
and remember folksin every yin there is a yang and in every yang there is a yin. :]
=^-^=
*curls up and burys face into tail*

my heart is beating fast.
why?
i know why. but why?
maybe its just me. and he doesn't feel like that too.
but. WWWHHYYY.
o dear lord.
my fur is crawling. ^_-

Time passes ever so slowly.
BUt when you stop paying attention to the hours the minutes the seconds
thats when they pass you.
and i could go days without eating. But im wondering why its my heart on which your feeding.
and it just keeps beating.
just for you. you are one and i am one so together we make two?
look what she has done to you.. i just hope your happy.
because my heart is drained of blood.
and i dont mean to get sappy..
but i utterly adored you.
From the tips of your ears to the curl of your tail.
and love is blind. but i opened my eyes and i yanked off the veil.
thank for ignoring my existance.
because ill be dead soon.
ill be in the ground...with my mother and my bro.
but just to let you know. i loved you so.
So the next minute that passes i hope you can feel me.
right behind you. where you left me.
but when you turn around.
i wont be there.
because that minute is gone. and another one passes.
Time hurts more than life sometimes.
because the past is like a dream you cant wake from.
you always remember those little things in your past. you carry them around in the back of your skull.
but thats how it is.
and always will be.
i think ihave to stop writing before another second passes me.

my fur is on end. it looks like i ve stuck my paw in a light socket. im so nervous. im shaking..and the thunder and the wet. i read just a minute ago that we all need to take cover immediatly...but noe one is moving!!!!!! i dont wanna die here

or does anyone else want to lay out in the sun in a hammock and listen to the trees talk? sounds good to me. o yes.

your cheek rubs my cheek.
and we begin to fight.
with out reason without warning.
and neither one of us know why.
we in a cloud of biting clawing flying fur.
maybe we fight because we both loved her.
she play with us. she tore us apart.
and because of her im trying to gauge out your heart.
we tumble we roll and we both smash our noses.
maybe its not worth the fight like all the elders told us.
suddenly we stop.
and into your eyes i stare.
searching for the reason why i so badly still want to rip out your..
and then you grabbed me.
an embrace so warm.
all my nerves went icy hot.
and i began to purr.
sudenly i see it.
and shiny glimmer.
you stab me in the chest.
for her love your the winner.
maybe this was how it was all supposed to happen.
laying in a puddle of blood and everyone laughing.
i try to get up but with no avail.
i whip out my gun and with two shots i said i would meet you both in hell.
you hand in hers and thats how you fell.
just wanted you to know that it was you that i really wanted.
but both of you are dead now.
and its my dreams that your haunting.
^-^

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 realty agent who 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 cries in shame when she's near her homophobic parents because I kissed another girl and liked it.



I am the young boy who was smacked in public for sharing a kiss with another boy; we only thought that's what you did when you really liked someone.



We are the parents who will live in regret because our teenage daughter hung herself from her tree house; we would have loved her even if she told us she was dating her best girl-friend.



I am the teacher who still has his job even after the gay student I tormented with failing grades was hit by a car on the weekend.



I am the boy who searched every book in the library about homosexuality only to find that my only question wasn't answered; is it wrong?



We are the siblings who were disowned when our parents found gay and lesbian porn on the family computer.



I am the boy who is always late to his next class, I refuse to get out of the showers until all the other boys are changed.



I am the girl who got sick of her teacher at her pristine Christian school coming onto me and finally screamed that I was a lesbian; I'm not allowed back in that school again.



I am the father who refuses to let his son date another boy because I know from experience that the world doesn't want you when you love another man.



I am the boy who comes home from school with broken noses; my friends pressured me into drinking at a party and I told them everything.



I am the man who stares at his new wife and her grown kids every day with regret; my ex-husband and I thought it was best if we did what was 'normal' of us.



I am the mother whose daughter and friends came to for advice for having sex with another woman; now her friends' mothers won't meet me in the eye.



I am the girl who feels a part of her is missing; my twin sister thought we were different since she was into other girls so she went to live with our father and left me here with our mum.



I am the older brother who is trying to support his younger sister; our parents didn't want her anymore when they walked in on her with another woman.



I am the teenage boy sitting in the hospital waiting room on my own, crying; my best friend just overdosed because he was to afraid to tell me he loved me.


I am a bisexual who told her mom and homophobic dad and just wishes he would look at me the same way.


I am the girl who's afraid to tell her parents and friends that she has a crush on another girl.


I am just one of the people who is trying to make a difference.


I am the girl who is back-stabbed by her best friend because shes bi.


I am a 13 year old girl that would die for her girlfriend - even if nobody else believes we love each other.


I am a man trapped in a woman's body but no one believes me.


I am 16 years old, and my thoughts are constantly tormented by my grandfather's disapproval of my attraction to other males as well as females.


I am the girl who has to hid the truth from her parents that I'm bisexual


I am the girl that is too afraid to tell her trusting mom her true sexuality...And to be misheard.


I am the girl who is misheard, misunderstood and killed inside.This is the reason why i never go near people.


I am the girl who is teased for having dated other females.


I am the girl who's only fear is meeting her parents again. Because I was beaten as a child for being individual.


I am the girl who has been a victim of homophobia only because my best friend is a lesbian.

I am the boy who feels ashamed everyday that I like my best friend, who is also a guy.

I am the girl who doesn't understand that, when religious people say "Love is the most important thing" I am shuned upon for doing just that, but with another woman.

I am the young sister that can't look her brother in the eye because he hates woman loving other woman

I am the girl who has to sit back and watch while her friends get put down and shaken by those who hate people that are anything but the same as them, while she can do nothing about it.

I am the granddaughter that is terrified to tell the grandparents ,that raised her since birth basically and saved her from her mother and fathers venom, that she is more attracted to women then any one else.

I am the teenager who can't stare into his own girlfriends eyes because she reminds him of his ex-boyfriend

I am the girl who is covered in scars because my grandmother tells me homosexuality is an abomanation to God and i deserved to be punished.

`Wrathling

Re-post this if you think homophobia is wrong.
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RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAA.
I absolutly despize the skin that i am in.
I hate everyone that consideres me family.
i am so far away from ''family'' and what they consider a ''family'' makes me fucking sick.
so close to puking.
i get called a whore by my own grandmother and my father too.
why? i have been with the same guy for almost a year now. and THEY STILL CALL ME A SLUT.
im on the verge of exploding.
ive tried deep breathing. i just get more frustrated because i have asthma and i start coughing uncontrably.
i tried counting but that makes me more angry because i want to rip her head off.
>.<
if i could do anything right it would be a fucking miracle.
i want to cut.
deep. and i want to watch my own blood squirt from my veins.
i want to set the whole blocks houses on fire...matter of fact..i want to burn this shitty city donw.
and every last little crack whore on the street too.
every hard ass wanabe in my high schoool. everyone who knows my name but pays me no attention what so ever.
...i...i......all i ever wanted was to be loved.
so i fight for affection.
but instead...when i cry i get laughed at and called weak.
i go off and they call me insane.
well... they dont know insane untill they push me over the fucking edge.
i dont blame my brother for overdosing and killing himself with heroin.sounds like a might good idea to me at the moment.
i might just self combust.
honestly.
*sighs*
i have no one journal.
no one at all that really cares for me.
and i guess i never will.
the only thing i trust is my cat raja.
she always listens to me... she understands me..
she..always makes me feel so much better.
she doesn't like to cuddle which bothers me..because i love to cuddle.
but she aways finds the answer to everything.
she doesn't laugh at me when im upset..she just looks up at me with her huge eyes asking me why im so flustered.
and ..i tell her why. and who. and what happened.
and she sits on the end on my bed and listens.and then she yawns..and she closes her eyes and purrs for a moment..like she is waiting for an idea to hit her.
and she awaks and stretches..and she puts her paw on my mouth..telling me to keep quiet.
holding all of this in will kill me one day.
she knows this. so we play tag.
journal.... i hope all of these things will dissolve and that....i can find someone..at least one friend on this earth..
because you of all things know im so lonely.
all i ever asked for was to be accepted and loved.
but i get repaied with hate and violence..
... i didn't chose to be born. that wasn't my decision.
i needed my mother..but she needed the needle.
and im always going to have a temper.
im always going to cuss and scream and hurt..
because no one knows how to handle me when im hurt and angry.
it seems like not one person feels the way i do.
sometimes..i am as tranquil as a country stream..and soft spoken like the wind through the tree branches..
but other times..im as firery as the pitts of hell.
i scare myself sometimes..
but no one can change me.
i hope i find someone that will.. that will accept me scars and cuss words and all.
but... there will be no one.
and i will die alone..with a heart shattered like a window of a car..
and enough tears to fill the pacific ocean up three times.

my ears are twitching with anticipation...my tail is flicking nervously.
and while i have tried to focus.. all i want to do is sit on the windosill and watch the birds.
i can't get my mind off of her. but i need to move on.
*licks paw*
its almost lunch time..and im hungry. :D
brother stole my lemonade and now im parched.
my poor brian. i have had a sick feeling all day.
-____-.
woa me. always end up talking to myself.
hmm.
time for some good 'ol fashined tail chasing.
^-^
must distract myself...

have a strange snense that..something big is going to happen soon. my anger boils in my blood and the lonliness is..like a cold sheet of ice that holds me. i wish i could just grab her and tell her everything i feel for her.. but i know if i do..she will abandon me like all the others. i shake in her presence. my speech is slurred and i studder like a fool.
i wish my mouth would just spit the words out.. but...instead they drool.
i would much rather be with a female... they know how to love open heartedly.
but here i am..with an engagemnt ring... i cant believe what i have done.
:|
i needs hugs.