Everyday starts off with a lovely dose of crap for me to deal with.
First I have to visit my Mum, and although it may not sound that bad to you, it's definitely one of the worst points in my day.
She's abusive, not physically, but verbally.
Her words practically cut into me like a knife, but her silences are the ones to kill me.
She just sits there, and refuses to speak to me.
My parents are divorced because of me.
I'm a lesbian.
And while my dad was as supportive as one can be, my mum blamed him for my sexuality.
They got into a terrible fight that evening, and she was gone in the morning.
My aunt still wants me to keep in touch with Mum
"Dyke!"
"Bitch!"
"Worthless whore!"
"Lesbo!"
"Queer!"
"Unnatural!"
Sticks and stones, may break my bones.
But words will never hurt me.
"Fairy!"
"Fag!"
"Homo!"
"Disgusting!"
"Flamo!"
Sticks and stones, may break my bones.
But words could never hurt me.
"Tranny!"
"Apalling!"
"Shemale!"
"He/she!"
"Insane!"
Sticks and stones, may break my bones.
But words can't ever hurt me.
"Negress!"
"Coon!"
"Blackie!"
Sticks and stones, may break my bones.
But words shan't ever hurt me.
"Gook!"
"Oriental!"
"Jap!"
"Chink!"
"Slant-eyes!"
Sticks and stones, may break my bones.
But words don't ever hurt me.
"Half-breed
A lil' bit of something by pretendygirl, literature
Literature
A lil' bit of something
I realized one day, while we were dancing and twirling,
that I was looking at you.
My feelings unthought of, I choose to ignore them.
Though when I found myself close to you, my heart lit up
with a special kind of enthusiasm, I still continued to deny
everything.
I couldn't possibly have any feelings for you,
I was only imagining it.
With that being said, I forgot about how happy I was
when you were beside me.
But then one day, the question came.
Do I, like you?
The answer was all too clear.
Yes, yes I do.
My infatuation grew into something more,
even though we were parted.
I thought of you more every day,
finding quickly,
"Wow, the park is a lot nicer than I expected it to be."
Richard said, he had never been a woodsy sort of person.
He preferred the safe company of a furnace and electricity, to the company of a thousand different possible dangers.
But that hadn't stopped Rich from taking Elliot to one of his favorite places.
Elliot adored the park, especially the geese.
Swans had never really enticed him, but those geese, they were the cutest things on the planet.
"But, maybe I'm just happy because you're here with me."
Oh damn! That's smooth.
"Aw, Richie~!"
Elene observed Richard with intensity, her eyes never once left him.
She had always been a tinge
When I was only the age of nine,
I fell in love with a friend of mine.
They gave me their chocolates, when all the others were gone.
And comforted me, when I tripped on their lawn.
When I wept, they were there for me.
When I smiled, they were there to see.
Promises were cherished, they never lied.
I felt empty without them by my side.
We would spend days together til' three.
I carved their name in a heart on a tree.
They laughed, and never suspected a crush.
No matter how many times that I blushed.
My head would spin when they called my name,
with others it was just never the same.
I adored their kindness, and fell for them
"How did you and Dad meet each other, Mom?"
I asked my mother this question every night, just so I could hear my Mother tell me the story.
It was the sweetest story I had ever heard, filled with romance, devotion, passion, but mostly, just love.
And I adored it, cherished it even.
I loved hearing it resonate throughout my ears as I drifted off into slumber.
"Well, your Dad and I met at baseball game, he was a Yankees fan, and I loved the Phillies."
I always replied to this tender statement with, "So opposites can attract."
A smirk would be painted upon my face, and my mother would let out a chuckle.
"Yes, I guess they do."
After this brie
"What's 'adolescence'?"
I asked my parents when I returned from school.
My mother and father were not uptight, prudish people, similar to the type that you might find walking the streets in 1945.
When I came out to them, they were quite accepting. In fact, they even hosted a "coming out celebration party" for me.
But I suppose I never really asked them about when I was going to desire "things", and when my body was going to change.
Puberty just wasn't a subject that often came up.
"It's the time of your life when you're not yet quite an adult, but you're not a lil' kid anymore either."
Dad answered, he was busy attempting to thoroughly shav
"Alright class, there's a new student joining us today,
I want you to be very kind to her."
Ms. Rosenberg glared at one student in particular, famed for his rude behavior towards new pupils, he was her main cause of distress.
"Her name is Audree Moore, and she's very nervous about transferring to a whole new, different school,
so I expect you to be on your best behavior while around her."
I curled a piece of my hair around my finger, endeavoring to amuse myself.
The new student entered the classroom shyly, she glanced up and smiled once, but quickly decided against introducing herself, and looked down to her feet once more.
"Okay Audre
Everyday starts off with a lovely dose of crap for me to deal with.
First I have to visit my Mum, and although it may not sound that bad to you, it's definitely one of the worst points in my day.
She's abusive, not physically, but verbally.
Her words practically cut into me like a knife, but her silences are the ones to kill me.
She just sits there, and refuses to speak to me.
My parents are divorced because of me.
I'm a lesbian.
And while my dad was as supportive as one can be, my mum blamed him for my sexuality.
They got into a terrible fight that evening, and she was gone in the morning.
My aunt still wants me to keep in touch with Mum
"Dyke!"
"Bitch!"
"Worthless whore!"
"Lesbo!"
"Queer!"
"Unnatural!"
Sticks and stones, may break my bones.
But words will never hurt me.
"Fairy!"
"Fag!"
"Homo!"
"Disgusting!"
"Flamo!"
Sticks and stones, may break my bones.
But words could never hurt me.
"Tranny!"
"Apalling!"
"Shemale!"
"He/she!"
"Insane!"
Sticks and stones, may break my bones.
But words can't ever hurt me.
"Negress!"
"Coon!"
"Blackie!"
Sticks and stones, may break my bones.
But words shan't ever hurt me.
"Gook!"
"Oriental!"
"Jap!"
"Chink!"
"Slant-eyes!"
Sticks and stones, may break my bones.
But words don't ever hurt me.
"Half-breed
A lil' bit of something by pretendygirl, literature
Literature
A lil' bit of something
I realized one day, while we were dancing and twirling,
that I was looking at you.
My feelings unthought of, I choose to ignore them.
Though when I found myself close to you, my heart lit up
with a special kind of enthusiasm, I still continued to deny
everything.
I couldn't possibly have any feelings for you,
I was only imagining it.
With that being said, I forgot about how happy I was
when you were beside me.
But then one day, the question came.
Do I, like you?
The answer was all too clear.
Yes, yes I do.
My infatuation grew into something more,
even though we were parted.
I thought of you more every day,
finding quickly,
"Wow, the park is a lot nicer than I expected it to be."
Richard said, he had never been a woodsy sort of person.
He preferred the safe company of a furnace and electricity, to the company of a thousand different possible dangers.
But that hadn't stopped Rich from taking Elliot to one of his favorite places.
Elliot adored the park, especially the geese.
Swans had never really enticed him, but those geese, they were the cutest things on the planet.
"But, maybe I'm just happy because you're here with me."
Oh damn! That's smooth.
"Aw, Richie~!"
Elene observed Richard with intensity, her eyes never once left him.
She had always been a tinge
When I was only the age of nine,
I fell in love with a friend of mine.
They gave me their chocolates, when all the others were gone.
And comforted me, when I tripped on their lawn.
When I wept, they were there for me.
When I smiled, they were there to see.
Promises were cherished, they never lied.
I felt empty without them by my side.
We would spend days together til' three.
I carved their name in a heart on a tree.
They laughed, and never suspected a crush.
No matter how many times that I blushed.
My head would spin when they called my name,
with others it was just never the same.
I adored their kindness, and fell for them
"How did you and Dad meet each other, Mom?"
I asked my mother this question every night, just so I could hear my Mother tell me the story.
It was the sweetest story I had ever heard, filled with romance, devotion, passion, but mostly, just love.
And I adored it, cherished it even.
I loved hearing it resonate throughout my ears as I drifted off into slumber.
"Well, your Dad and I met at baseball game, he was a Yankees fan, and I loved the Phillies."
I always replied to this tender statement with, "So opposites can attract."
A smirk would be painted upon my face, and my mother would let out a chuckle.
"Yes, I guess they do."
After this brie
"What's 'adolescence'?"
I asked my parents when I returned from school.
My mother and father were not uptight, prudish people, similar to the type that you might find walking the streets in 1945.
When I came out to them, they were quite accepting. In fact, they even hosted a "coming out celebration party" for me.
But I suppose I never really asked them about when I was going to desire "things", and when my body was going to change.
Puberty just wasn't a subject that often came up.
"It's the time of your life when you're not yet quite an adult, but you're not a lil' kid anymore either."
Dad answered, he was busy attempting to thoroughly shav
"Alright class, there's a new student joining us today,
I want you to be very kind to her."
Ms. Rosenberg glared at one student in particular, famed for his rude behavior towards new pupils, he was her main cause of distress.
"Her name is Audree Moore, and she's very nervous about transferring to a whole new, different school,
so I expect you to be on your best behavior while around her."
I curled a piece of my hair around my finger, endeavoring to amuse myself.
The new student entered the classroom shyly, she glanced up and smiled once, but quickly decided against introducing herself, and looked down to her feet once more.
"Okay Audre
Mummy mummy,
I met this girl
Mummy mummy,
I know you will like her
Mummy mummy,
She's a special sort of girl
She's kind
and beautiful
She's friendly
and loving
Mummy mummy,
I know she's the one
Mummy muumy,
What's wrong
Mummy mummy,
But I know you will like her
Mummy mummy,
Please don't frown
Mummy mummy,
Please don't hate me
Joe the Koala: Koalafications by SPNSenpai, literature
Literature
Joe the Koala: Koalafications
Now that Joe had saved the world twice (Cause he's awesome like that) he realized he needed a sidekick. So he held a contest. Joe went through multiple creatures who wanted the job. Eventually, he found one who met all of the KOALAFICATIONS(Not sorry...Not sorry at all). This was Bob Bobbington. Bob was an interesting creature, for he had pink fur and blue stuff. (I honestly don't know also get your mind out of the gutter!) So Joe and Bob saved the world from Scottie the Sheltie. THE END *Throws cookies at you and eats cheesecake while walking away like a boss*
The Return of Joe The Koala by SPNSenpai, literature
Literature
The Return of Joe The Koala
After saving the world Joe realized a new threat was beginning. This threat was....THE MLG DORITO EATING LOOMANARTY SPIDERS. Joe knew that he had to save the world again. So he valiantly saved the day by beating the leader of the MLG Dorito Eating Loomanarty Spiders with his toast sword. THE END *flips a table, explodes and leaves*
Once upon a time there was a koala. The koala was named Joe. One day while Joe was drinking a toast milkshake, the apocalypse started. Joe then single handedly saved the world. THE END. *explosions*
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Hi there! My name is Sasha, and I think I qualify as a... Well, I certainly qualify as a something. My goals in life are to start up a nice youtube channel, and entertain people. However, for the moment, I'm quite content with simply writing stories and posting them on the internet. I love entertaining people, and just all around making people happy. I'm bisexual, so I don't really have much tolerance for bigots. Life is good, so simply just go out there and do whatever it is that makes you feel happy. Well, as long as it doesn't involve hurting anyone. Bye!
I'm so sorry for my recent lack of activity, my OCD and anxiety disorder has been giving me a really tough time,
and I've been having really bad panic attacks lately.
On top of it all, they've been the worse panic attacks I've ever experienced, so I've not really been able to write as much as I used to.
Once again, I'm sorry.
I promise I'll be fine in a few weeks, and I'll be back to writing in no time!
Love you guys!
Hey guys, girls, agenders, genderfluids, and bigenders!
(I think I got everybody)
What's up?
Oh, yeah. This is a one-way conversation.
Sorry, hehe.
Anyway, I just wanted to apologize for my lack of posting lately, I've
had an awful case of writer's block.
I just can't think of anything to write, as though my mind goes blank when the phrase "Let's finish up that new chapter!" appear in my mind.
I'm so sorry, and I promise, once this gets better I'll be posting that new chapter of "Normal Family", in no time!
See you all soon, love ya!
Happy Halloween!
I'm not sure who you are, or why you're here reading this, but come and have a seat!
Come here, I'm not gonna hurt you.
I promiiissssseeeee.
So, tomorrow, everything will be Christmas.
Literally, everything.
So, if you love Halloween as much as I do, we need to have as much spooky much as possible today.
Because it's all gonna be over soon.
On a side note, I actually have Rick Astley's song "Never Gonna Give You Up", stuck in my head.
It's not even because I was rickrolled one too many times, I just really like the song.
What was I going to discuss in this journal again?
Oh yes, I remember now!
One thing I absolutely posi
I read your "debunked" journal. I'm an asexual and I find it's harder for people to believe that asexuals exist. I told my mother and she seemed fine with it, but when I told one of her friends, the friend asked what it meant and my mother cut in and said "it means he's undecided." I then had to explain that it's exactly the opposite, saying that I'm "decidedly not." I haven't told a lot of people, but I can understand the troubles of coming out. I have family constantly asking if I have a girlfriend yet and the answer is always "no." By the way, thanks for adding me to your "watch"
Holy lord of the rings! Somebody actually read something of mine? I'm so sorry that you had to suffer that. I've noticed that in the LGBTQIA community asexuals are ignored far too often, even to the point of people believing that the "A" stands for "ally". The idea of being so invisible terrifies me, and yet you go through it every day. You are an amazing person, and I truly do hope that your family will someday understand. I give you all of my support, all of it! (Please take it.) And thank you so much for reading that journal, it really means a lot to me.
Thanks. I kind of think it's funny when some of my coworkers jokingly say I need to get a girlfriend. I occasionally respond with a "no I don't" as sort of an inside joke just for me.
You're welcome. I'm thinking about adding a transgender asexual character to one of my stories, but I can't decide whether they should be aromantic or panromantic.