Coming out to my parentsDear, Mom and Dad,Coming out to my parents4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Please take some time to read this letter. I will explain what I truly am in this letter. But by the end of reading this letter, I don't know what you will think of me
I cannot hide this from you anymore. I am bisexual A bisexual person is a person who is attracted to both men and women.
And here is my biggest news. I am in love with Leah.
We have fun going back and forth through text and supporting each other. Even though we live in different states, we still have that long distant connection and love.
Please don't get mad at me. You didn't raise me wrong, you didn't treat me wrong. This is me. This is the person I turned out to be.
I want you to know this. But I need your support. I need you to understand that this is the way I turned out to be.
My heart tells me to stay true to myself and try to be the good girl and not to get in trouble. But this is what bothers me. Not having the guts to tell you that I am bisexual.
And don't be upset. I have fin
How to Know if You're TransI see these questions sometimes, about "how can you be sure you're trans?" I see the sentiment often in articles that claim to "question" transsexuality, from well-meaning but pain-in-the-ass bystanders, and so on. A lot of it gives me a migraine the size of a T-Rex behind my right eye, so I thought I might help clear up some of the confusion.How to Know if You're Trans4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
There is only one way to "know" you're trans. And that's because you feel you are. Does this answer seem vague to you? It should, because it is. As much as others would like to tell you otherwise, there is no "test" for being trans. There is no criteria that if you check enough boxes, congratulations, you're transgendered. I ID very strongly as trans, but I fail nearly every single criteria required for Aetna's insurance coverage of trans care. In Aetna's eyes, I'm not a "true transsexual,"
I love..."Homophobe..."I love...4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I hate random people I've never met
Because what they do in the privacy
Of thier own bedrooms confuses and
titillates me... I find myself excited but
I have been told all my life that it is wrong
"God hates Gays" They tell me... "Gays go to hell..."
I see two men holding hands and I
have to turn away...it makes my heart
race and my face burn...so I lash out at them
I see two women kiss and I don't know
what to say...I am literally without words...
So I respond with the hate and rage that I was
Taught by my Church and my God that I am
Supposed to feel. I say things that hurt them
Or anger them...because I don't know what else
To do... And it doesn't make any sense to me either.
Denial and AcceptanceI was scared - terrified - of the truth. I did not want to be the outcast. I was afraid of what was to come. I could not be different. It wasn't a simple denial - it was my fact. Not just emotions getting in the way - it was everything to me; meant everything to me.Denial and Acceptance4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Everytime i caught myself watching - staring, even - i would punish myself. I felt dirty and defiled. I felt there simply had to be something wrong with me. And something must be done about it.
I felt it was a choice. Maybe i was desperate. A choice of the mind to get rid of the helpless desperation. But how could i let it get to that point? Was i really so out of control of my own emotions?
Any thought that it was okay never crossed my mind. To me, it was not okay. Anyone else could be like this - anyone - and i would support them. But me? There wasn't even a possibility. It can't happen to me - it won't happen to me as long as i have a say in the matter. I will choose what i am to be. I have control over what i am
She Doesn't Know, Part 1She Doesn't Know, Part 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She doesn't know.
She doesn't know how all of those times before, when we would have sleepovers at her house, I would have given anything to hold her in my arms as we slept.
She doesn't know how when she came to me for advice on her current boyfriend's behavior, I wanted so much to tell her to give up on him, to be with me, but I could never do it. I didn't want to see her cry.
She doesn't know how every time she says to me, "Violet, can I ask you something?" A spark of hope ignites in my chest, and every time she finishes that sentence with something else, the spark disappears and my heart drops.
She doesn't know how every time I see her applying her mint lip balm, I get a strong urge to kiss her, to feel her lips against mine, taste her breath on my tongue.
But every time, I just blush and turn away, choking back tears, because I know how unlikely it is that she'll understand, let alone feel the same way.
She'll never know how much I need her.
I Love YouValentine's day is almost here,I Love You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I have nothing to show,
I'd like to get you something nice,
But what, I don't quite know.
I should send you something cute,
Maybe something sexy too,
Something sweet and something red,
To show my love is true.
It has to say I want you,
It has to say You're mine,
It has to say You are the one,
You are my Valentine.
And finally it has to say,
Those three words often said,
But I couldn't find anything to say all this,
So I wrote you a poem instead.
ColorsRosy cheeks.Colors4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Beautiful blonde hair,softer than a freshly washed pillow.
Big blue eyes,puddles of water from freshly cried tears.
Beautiful fair skin,freckles on her cheeks.
The shiny pink lipgloss on your lips when she gives you a kiss.
Purple polish on her nails,from the time that you two went to the nail salon together,even though you hated it.
Sparkling white teeth,that glowed with every smile.
The yellow sundress from that time you went out on a picnic.
The bright white light that came towards her at a fast pase that never seemed to get out of your head.
That fateful day that made you want to see those colors just one more time.
Instead you live the rest of your life in black and white,waiting for someone to give you colors once more.
my storyWhen I look at you all I see is shame. I see myself ,my story4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
classed and judged as the whore the street walker, all because I believed in love,
I look at you and I see mistrust.
and you know what? why does it matter what happened back then?
Today is now and yesterday is gone, I can't change what happened and neither
can you ,with snide looks or whispered disappointment.
Maybe that's why I can't tell you,
I can't ever tell just how I feel
Being with her is the most natural thing in the world,
It feels right and perfect, different from what
I felt for him , better maybe even.
telling you would give you another reason to look on me with disgust
give you another reason to tell people I'm a handful
another reason to say why I'm not good enough.
Being perfect is all you care about and it just isn't
I'm no wonder woman or She-Ra and I wont ever be.
I need you to learn to accept me for me.
I am your daughter, I don't believe, I am bisexual and proud to be me.
HeartacheTo find out she can't see you anymoreHeartache4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That she can't talk to you anymore
No more cute little texts every day.
What am I to do now?
Should I grieve never leave my room,
Should I grin and bear it and think it was nothing?
To not be able to talk to her anymore
Is she alright?
Will she still think of me?
There is only one answer .
And that is to do what my Father raised me to do
Never show emotion,
Never show weakness,
Grin and bear it;
Grieve when you're alone
Where no one can hear you scream and weep
For those that are close to you that you've lost.
SO THAT'S WHAT I'M GOING TO DO!!!
Let It BeLet It Be4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cairo leaned out the drive-thru window, bent slightly at the waist. "Here's your change, ma'am," he smiled pleasantly, looking past the woman in the car. He didn't like making direct eye contact with customers. It was too awkward. "Thanks, hun!" The woman smiled back and drove away. Snapped to attention, Cairo narrowed his eyes and followed the proceeding car with a smouldering anger. He knew the "hun" was directed at his body, not him personally.
"I'm a boy today," he said to no one in particular, casting his gaze down. Of course, there was nothing to see but the black of his uniform. Slouching his shoulders, he tried to peer over the curve of his breasts. What inconvenient things they were. Back problems, awkward fitting shirts.
If only he could switch out his body. Of course, some days it was fine. When he was identifying as female, he loved the body he was in. A chime from the headset he was wearing directed his attention back to work.
As soon as traffic in the drive-thru slowed do
Letter From the Devil Letter from the DevilLetter From the Devil7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw you yesterday,
As you began your daily chores.
You awoke without kneeling to pray.
As a matter of fact,
You didn't even bless your meals,
Or pray before going to bed last night.
You are so un-thankful,
I like that about you.
I cannot tell you how glad I am,
That you have not changed your way of living,
O Fool of mine
You are mine.
You and I have been going steady for years,
And I still don't love you yet.
As a matter of fact,
I never will.
I hate you because I hate God.
He kicked me out of heaven.
So I am going to use you,
As long as possible,
To pay him back.
You see, Fool,
God Loves You,
He has great plans in store for you.
But you have yielded your life to me,
And I am going to make your life a living hell.
That way, we'll be together twice.
This will really hurt
Roxas travel 4: Enchanted areaRoxas travel 4: Enchanted area5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Roxas came to a castle which was pretty empty "there is nothing here, huh?" He looked into a door, he could feel something "what is it?" He went where there was a very beautiful woman who slept an very deep sleep. Roxas looked down at her, then cried a person "walking away from her!" Roxas turned frightened about "sorry I could not help myself, but was just wondering" he stood in front of the three good fairies "why she was in the sleep?" Flora flew over to him "Who are you?" "I'm Roxas" Fauna said with a gentle voice "I do not think you're a bad person, I can feel you have a pure heart" Roxas looked at her and thought ("I a heart? how can it be?") he asked them "why she sleeps?" Flora told "she was cursed, and her heart was taken by the evil witch Maleficent" Roxas know what he should do "I would get it back" and added "nobody wants to sleep in the eternal" "you can´t," said Fauna "Maleficent castle is forbidden and her area is full of traps," "I'll be allright, believ
My ColoursI saw RED today..My Colours5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Painful stabs of reality hit me with such force that my breathing was slowed to the point of near asphyxiation.
I was standing here but I felt as though it was not me.
That, I was outside my body looking past my emotions, to what my eyes could see.
My heart had taken on a much faster pace and it felt too big for my chest.
My arms hung loosely beside my torso, no will left for me to reach out.
No words came from my mouth although I wished them too.
Silence reigned and acceptance was inevitable as you walked away.
I saw BLACK today..
Too many unsaid words, many regrets and a lifetime of whatevers.
Shrouded moments of such darkness that no-one would understand, unless they were there themselves.
Sadly though, we seem to experience these times alone.
We could be in a crowded room and yet feel so isolated.
The mind is all-powerful and can make us or break us.
We believe what we hear, and we mimic what we see, and these two actions are our destruction.
Following like sheep
for Unspoiled-Trust-MeSanta clause?for Unspoiled-Trust-Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't believe.
I don't think anyone should.
Broken hearts on Christmas' past,
Because he never came, he never would.
It hurt you know,
The truth about him.
You told me this lie,
And I believed.
All those years,
You ate my god damn cookies,
And guess what,
They weren't for you!
But then again,
They were for no one.
And it hurt.
And that pisses me off.
Wait, I forgot to say something.
Dear Mom and Dad,
the colors of moralityIs it right to stop a fight because fighting is wrong?the colors of morality4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or is it right to start a fight because something is wrong?
Is ignorance really bliss?
If so, are wars that are started due to ignorance blissful?
We tell ourselves that something's are black and white, but are they?
Still, if they aren't, is everything grey?
Do we tell ourselves these things to put us to sleep at night?
Why would we do things that really aren't best for the situation?
Should we question what we are told?
By now, you probably realize that I do
But something's should be black and white,
Fighting is bad, but we should stand for what is right.
Or is what we believe to be "right" is really just our opinion?
Is murder being wrong an opinion?
I really hope something's are just and not just based on opinions,
But the world isn't like that
Not everyone lives happily ever after...
Why, oh why?Her.Why, oh why?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was my
my best friend.
She picked up
the pieces, that
She left behind.
She talked to me,
was there for me,
made me smile,
when I wanted to
She came back
Told me she loved me.
Apologized and begged.
I gave in,
Saying 'I love you'
I wanted her again,
Never had I stopped,
She sat by patiently
ready to pick up the pieces
She would leave behind.
Promises Intro"Sammy?"Promises Intro5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yeah? Whats up?"
"Can you promise me something?"
"Depends. What do you have in mind?"
"Promise me that you'll never leave the cap off the toothpaste. Promise me that you won't leave dirty laundry in the hall. Promise me you'll always answer my calls, and call me back. Promise me that you won't drag me to some gory movie where the blood spills out like a waterfall. Promise me that you won't tune me out late at night to watch your hockey game. Promise me that you'll give me an honest opinion when I ask how I look. Promise me you'll keep your music at a non-deafening level. And promise me that you'll try to be talk to our friends when we go out to eat when I know your mind is on... other things."
"Sorry babe, no can do. I can't promise any of that. But I can promise to hold you when you cry. And I'll only sing loudly to songs that you like. I'll kiss away your tears and hide you from the pain. I promise that I'll keep half my thoughts on you and the other half on us. I promise I
1-26-10It's done, now.1-26-105 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
We're set for life.
Through and passed.
They won't need to worry about us anymore.
We're free, now.
Those chains of life and stress and pain
Are all but the pasts.
We've become strong enough to break free from their
With that weight of the world on our shoulders,
We've become stronger than any of them.
And that's why
We were meant to go.
So let's say our good-byes and head off.
Take my hand and we'll go.
Today is January 26, 2010
It's the last day of our lives,
And the greatest one.
And no one will ever remember us for it.
I'll wait for you there.
There's an eternity ahea
Transgender and Transitioning Warning: This contains mature content. If you are uncomfortable with mentioning of Transgender or Transitioning or blunt language then please do not read any further. I am warning you, ahead of time, so no mean or hurtful comment please. This a very important and mature subject matter.Transgender and Transitioning4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
So, recently I have been looking into Transgender. It began because someone I know is going through a transition themselves. A male to female transitioning. I really wasn't well informed on the subject of Transgenders, so I decided to dive into their world.
I've read many blogs, watched personal videos on Youtube and even got some information from people here on DeviantART. Before I go any farther I just want to say this:
"To the people transitioning or feeling trapped in your own body,
I wish you only the best. Someday soon I hope you can look at yourself in the mirror, and see a reflection you are truly satisfied with. Nothing is worse then being trapped in a foreign body. What started off
morning coffeeshe woke up alone again, half naked with ivory colored sheets falling into pools on her lap as she sat up. she ran her hand across the spot next to her, feeling the stone cold bed sheets. you would of never guessed someone had been there when she fell asleep. sometimes she didn't believe it, either. he never stayed long, she always imagined him sneaking off as soon as her eyes slipped shut. she never knew why he left, though. she only took the time to ask him once, and he only shrugged it off and told her she was silly to think he'd run off in the middle of the night, but she knew far too well that those bed sheets were much too cold for him to have just gotten up a hour before her to go to work.morning coffee4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she sighed and swung her legs off of the side of the bed, standing up and walking towards her closet. she glanced in the mirror then quickly turned away, cursing at the sight of her broken and bruised body that was only covered by a scarlet bra and pair of skimpy underwear to match. she looked
"A Beautiful Truth""A Beautiful Truth"4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"A Beautiful Truth"
It was Christmas eve, late at night. Snow fell from the sky in tiny, fluffy, white clouds. Through the window, through frosted over glass, it looked even more beautiful. Stars dotted the dark blue sky, and the moon shone through the whiteness, casting a pale glow on the room, which was only lit by a small fireplace. There was a Christmas tree in the corner, decorated in a charming yet simplistic manner, a small silver star atop of it. A girl with long blonde hair, Himeko Kurusugawa, was sitting in front of the fireplace, her head rested on her palms as she watched the flames flicker and dance in a hypnotic fashion, the orange lights reflecting in her violet eyes. She smiled, losing herself in thought. The room was mostly silent, all except for the soft crackling of the fireplace as the wood burned slowly. She felt, at that time, extremely content and at peace. The warmth of the fire spread over her fragile body, and she sighed, in-taking more and more of it's
All That RemainsAnd now I am all that remainsAll That Remains4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A shadow of my former self
A shade of the war that's finally over
I am the last one standing
As my only surroundings
Are the bodies
Bodies of ones I once called friends
Corpses of ones I once called comrades
Ashes of ones I once called enemies
The saddest thing is
They're all the same
I once called them friend
We grew closer
And I called them comrade
But something changed
And they lashed out against me
In a fight of kill-or-be-killed
I had no choice
Letting a tear fall from my eye
As their cadavers hit the ground
It was I who was responsible
For shimmering ocean and chocolate eyes
Suddenly becoming cold and dull
It was not my choice to harm them
The one who controls me
I can contain her
But only for so long
Until she lashes out again
And one more body falls
Collapsing in a heap
As Mother Nature returns
Gently taking her child back
She looks at me with saddened eyes
Knowing I work against m