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Joined Jul '02

My name is Melissa, and I love Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Death Note, Prince of Tennis, Petshop of Horrors, Naruto, Bleach, Inuyasha, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. There is more but I'm too lazy to write them all down.

Info about me:

Gender: female Age: unknown. ;) Hair color: brown Eyes: brown Skin: brown (I'm multiracial)

Favorite quotes:
I have no prejudices. I hate everyone equally.
You laugh because I'm different. I laugh because you are all the same.
You were born an original, don't die a copy.
Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts; not amid joy.
How little do they see what is, who frame hasty judgements upon that which seems.
You are only what you are when no one is looking.
When you want to fool the world, tell the truth.
I like work. It fascinates me. I can sit and look at it forever.
War does not determine who is right. It determines who is left.
I've always wanted to drown my troubles, but I can't get my enemy to go swimming.
Never feel self-pity, the most destructive emotion there is.
Nobody makes a greater mistake then he who does nothing because he can only do little.
It is better to keep your mouth shut and appear stupid than to open it and remove all doubt.
The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning, and does not stop until you get into the office.
A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.
"I want to die in my sleep like my great grandfather... Not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car..."

Re-post this to help stop racism:

Black and White

A black man was talking to a white man and said: "I'm black. When I was born I was black. When I grew up I was black. When I'm sick I'm black. When I go in the sun I'm black. When I'm cold I'm black. When I die I'll still be black. But you: When you were born you were pink. When you grew up you were white. When you're sick you're green. When you go into the sun you're red. When you're cold you're blue. When you die you'll be purple. And you have the nerve to call me colored."

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

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.

Update about my stories (06/13/2009):

Wow. I can't believe that people are still reading these stories, especially when I haven't updated them in such a long time. I guess it would be more fair for me to say that these stories are definitely DISCONTINUED. I wrote most of these stories when I was thirteen and later decided to post them on this website. I will not be taking these stories down, but please know I will not be continuing these stories. My writing style has significantly changed as have my interests. While I cannot tell you if I will have the time to post and FINISH new stories, I will be considering it.

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