Well, I am Kristy. I am 17. So Don't ask me "asl". That Annoys me. I am Female. And I Live in Michigan. So there. I told You. I do Have a boyfriend, Paul. And I Love him more than anything. I am Easy Going. And I laid Back for the most part. I do get annoyed and pissed easy. But, hey. What can I do? Ya know. I hate Rap. So don't ask me what kind of Music I like. I like country. I do. I love Metal, Rock, Punk, Hard Core, A lot of others. You can ask about them. Just don't Be like..."Do You Like 50 Cent..?" Bc I wont talk to You.

I want to learn how to play the Guitar But prolly wont ever. I also want to learn how to skateboard. But, that Prolly wont happen either.

My friends are amazing. I Love them. I do use the word "Love" a lot. But, I hate it. If You want to tell me that You love me and You think that you Love Me More than a Friend. Tell Me You hate me. I rather Hear that.

Okay.
Well. I am not really sure what to say.

Okay.

I Found something.

I have a lip ring. And A tattoo. They are hot. I love them. I wouldn't take my Lip ring out for anyone. And I am going to Get More tattoos. I can't wait. I like writing. I want to be a Writer. People say I am good at it. But, I think other wise. I like people. I Love People. I hate People. And You will Prolly Be one I hate.

I am very Very random. I am addicted to MySpace. I love it. And I love Bravenet.com. It is Hot. I like school. Bc it isn't gay like regular High School's.

I hate when people don't use grammer. It pisses me off. A lot. I just, hate it.

Well, if you have any other questions. Just ask.

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I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday 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 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 woman who died when the EMTs 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 didnt 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 ashamed to tell my own friends im a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them. I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson" ---REPOST THIS ON YOUR PAGE IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG