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Intro to me.....Hello all,Intro to me.....2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
So this is my introduction, pretty straight forward and kind of plain Jane-ish. My name is Jenn and I live in the North East in the US. I am getting a late start in life, artistically speaking. When I was younger, a long time ago, I wanted to be an artist. I had my sketch pad with me at all times as drawing was my thing. I got accepted to a local university in the arts, and I was invited when I was just a sophomore to visit the campus of a prestigious art school in Chicago. Both of which, I turned down in the long run. I joined the military instead, with the hopes of getting out after 10 years and owning my own printing company.
Well, life happened and that didn't end up happening. I am now an Office Manager at someone else's print company and I never followed my dream in the arts. I got married, had a child, and traveled the world. I had a lot of great experiences, met a lot of different people, seen other cultures
Celebrating differencesIt can be terribly difficult to be different and an outcast. For some people, it can lead to depression or even suicide. Being different can make people feel dreadfully frightened of saying exactly how we feel on a particular subject, especially if a huge portion of society has completely different views. Even if they do dare speak about how they feel, society can look at them as if they were completely insane, losers, etc.Celebrating differences7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Some members at deviantART have spoken their thoughts about how they feel about being different. The quotes below include signatures and comments made by various deviantART members on this subject. I believe that real love is about acceptance and appreciation. In other words, its not about tolerating differences, but accepting one another.
always love and accept yourself for who you are!
Today you are You, that is truer th
Because we fit togetherOur lives are short and our reasons for living are unknown. Yet the small time we are allocated we have the chance of something so great as love. To know it and to feel it, if we are lucky.Because we fit together4 years ago in Romance More Like This
We were in rows, our numbers unknown possibly infinite. Behind me countless of my siblings, in front countless more. Or so I thought. An indefinite amount of time passed and then I saw an opening in front of me. Through the opening there was a drop and at the bottom of this drop were more of my kind.
And that is where I saw her. She was long, slender and blue. I felt an immediate attraction to her that I had never felt before and could not explain. Perhaps it was because we seemed to be designed to fit together perfectly.
And then I fell. Slowly the distance between us shortened and my heart beat sped. A life with her flashed before my eyes and it was beautiful.
But fate was not to be so kind. I felt an invisible force pull me further away from her. As much as I tried I could not
Cinquains - TransgenderI standCinquains - Transgender3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
here before you.
Born in the wrong body. What will
is a façade.
The fact remains that past
our sex we are all equally
that's in my mind -
my true identity.
As opposed to sex what's between
I don't love you
at least, not because of
what's between your legs. I love you
real. When you recognized
and loved me as a transgender
my hand. For those
who differ in body,
mind, heart, spirit here I offer
RAIN FAQRain FAQRAIN FAQ5 years ago in Settings More Like This
Last updated - August 28, 2013
● - Black Circle: Old entry
○ - White Circle: Edited entry
◊ - Diamond: New entry
About the technical stuff
○ What is Rain?
Rain is a coming-of-age story that follows the life of a teenage transgender girl named Rain, attempting to go through her senior year in high school identified only as a woman. It's intended to be a comedy, but it also touches on some heavier subjects including many of the difficulties faced by members of the LGBT community.
Nevertheless, it is a largely positive story, with humor and tearjerking moments and lots and lots of love triangles. ^_^
○ When does it update?
Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays are technically when they're scheduled to go up. However, more often than not, I end up getting excited and posting it the night before (no earlier than after 6PM EST timezone).
○ Where can I read it?
DeviantArt - http://jocel
GNF - Colons and Semi-ColonsGNF - Colons and Semi-Colons5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The Grammar Nazi Files:
Part #4: The Colon and Semi-colon:.
Most information from:
Truss, L. 2007 Eats, Shoots and Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation. Great Britain: Profile Books
Rose, A. & Purkis, R. 1991. English Grammar: A reference book for schools and colleges. Pietermaritzburg: Shuter & Shooter
If, and when, you examine punctuation as an art, it is at this stage that the colon and semi-colon waltz in together with a big cheer from the writers in the audience.
Ask professional writers about punctuation and they will almost always jabber about the fate of the semi-colon. Their strength of attachment is justified. Taking the marks we have looked at so far, is there any art in using an apostrophe correctly? No. The comma is a utilitarian mark racing about to serve both the sense and sound of the sentence. The thermals that waft our writing to new heights are the colon and semi-colon.
Of course, as nothing is straightforward in the world of
on and onMonday morning Sonia woke up to jackhammers drilling across the street. She groaned at the stray bed spring digging into her side. It hurt like shit but she ignored the pain. She needed a new mattress like sex: fast and easy to get.on and on6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
DC humidity sucked when you couldn't afford an air conditioner. Sleeping naked wasn't enough to keep her cool. Sweat rolled down into her tear ducts and burned so bad her vision blurred. Her hand clawed around beneath her pillow for the Marlboro box and uncovered three cigarettes and the bent pack of matches.
She rolled off the bed and pitter-pattered to the window until her tummy pouch pressed the glass. She lit up a cigarette and watched the world from above. Seven stories protected her from most curious eyes. Sonia believed A-cup wasn't worth a peek, no matter what the ex said.
The hard hats in orange continued to uproot Southeast's foundation. Anacostia, Washington Highlands and her Congress Heights caused many problems for the District. Now they all sh
Confession.I sold hope.Confession.5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Out of stock.
Diamonds and BlackberriesWild, it is.Diamonds and Blackberries4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The blue, the green;
They mingle in such
A natural way.
An untamed way.
The glass gleams grey
As the diamonds fall.
They're diving for
Him, of all people.
And the blackberries...
They're rising for
Him, too, of course.
"Why is he so special?"
They all ask.
I answer them:
"Because he is mine."
The Parable of the WriterThree writers came to the table, manuscripts in hand.The Parable of the Writer8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One writer said,
"I wrote this piece to be edited. There is plenty to be cut and moved around."
Another writer said,
"I wrote this piece to be published. Between these pages you'll find everything people want to see."
The last writer said,
"I wrote this to be read."
Then he set his manuscript down, and walked away.
Ghostly AngelI woke up, in my bedGhostly Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my pitch black room
My ghostly friend was back
And wanting to play
Her life was taken away
At a very young age
She wakes me
Night after night
Just to play
Like a child wants too
She was so young so pure
She didn't deserve the death
She had to adore
With a gunshot to the head
Was a drunk
And didn't want to hear her cry
All scared of ghost of the night
She is my ghost
In the night
And I welcome her in my home
I'm not afraid
Every soul needs a day
And I'm the one that makes her day
Night after night
And I don't think she will ever go away.
You'll Never Understand...You'll never understand...You'll Never Understand...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I'm glad you don't.
Because that would mean
You'd have to go through my pain.
And I'd never wish that
1. Cncerning HobbitsTHE FELLOWSHIP OF THE FACEBOOK STATUS UPDATES1. Cncerning Hobbits6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: Concerning Hobbits
Bilbo Baggins: will shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday
Five friends are attending A PARTY OF SPECIAL MAGNIFICENCE
Gandalf Thegrey: Always arrives precisely when he means to.
Frodo Baggins: PARTY!!
Three people like this.
Frodo Baggins is a bit worried about his uncle
Merry Brandybuck: LOL
Frodo Baggins: Srsly, he's acting weird
Seven friends are attending A PARTY OF SPECIAL MAGNIFICENCE
Pippin Took: DRUNKING IS FUN FIREWRKS
Gandalf Thegrey: my fireworks are like a flight of scintillating birds singing with sweet voices
Pippin Took Is in a relationship
Dance In The Dark EpilogueRio de Janeiro was as beautiful as her father had always said it was. Crystal smiled as she surveyed the area from her high perch, which was the head of the Christ the Redeemer statue over looking the city. She didn't think she'd ever get tired of such a view; the lights of the city were magic reflecting off the water. Climbing the statue was amazingly easy, now that she knew how to use her powers. When Mael had asked her where she'd planned to go when Adrian deemed her "trained" he'd seemed pleased by her decision, but made her swear to check in every week, which she'd done without fail. He'd made it very clear that she was on probation. She couldn't complain, ever since she'd come here the nights had been very quiet. Part of her liked the peace, just sitting and enjoying the warm night air, but part of her still itched to be busy.Dance In The Dark Epilogue4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I might need to start a hobby," she muttered, the image of herself doing Macramé like her mother popping into her head and making her chok
The Princess and the Dragon Knight Chapter 3The Princess and the Dragon Knight Chapter 37 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It will be better for you to dry this way." Ky said, his demeanor was not amused or wolfish, he was being very calm and factual. Saria had to remind herself that he was a dragon and not a man. He saw her like she would an animal and that was how she should see him, as well. But still, he looked so very human it was hard to remember. Most would see Ky as a handsome young man, though strange in coloring. He looked at her curiously then, as if he couldn't understand what was taking her so long. It was getting colder and she should really dry off.
"Could you perhaps turn your back?" She asked. His brows drew together but he slowly and quietly did so. Saria sighed and stepped out of the water. She just told herself to remember that she was a human and he was a dragon, there wasn't anything to really be embarrassed or appalled by. He didn't see her like a human man would, like Thanis would see her. Ky had placed a pile of leaves near the fire but before she could ask what they were for, he
Lost and Found Scene 1 - Relativity Episode 1The light above the vanity flickered, throwing the room into a series of shadows. Babs Stone tapped the plastic casing with her finger, hoping to jiggle the bulb back into place. The room fell into complete darkness. After a moment, the light snapped back on, shining bright and steady. The prostitute leaned back towards the mirror.Lost and Found Scene 1 - Relativity Episode 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pulling up her chin, Babs checked her throat carefully. While she didn’t have a policy against rough stuff, she didn’t like when her clients left marks. It made it difficult when picking up another john, not to mention she simply didn’t like bruising on her neck. Satisfied, she tousled her long platinum blonde hair so it framed her face, then twisted open a cylinder of Fire Engine Red and smeared it across her lips. She could hear shuffling and smiled at the thought of the man on the other side of the door.
While she had several regulars, Babs liked Denny the best. He was always clean and smelled nice. More than that, he always called
My Other NameMy Other NameMy Other Name5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes it is to set out forks
beside each plate,
or folding shirts first,
dryer hot in the A.M.
Less often, thirsty from cutting trees
back away from the roof edge,
The Princess and the Dragon Knight Chapter 4The Princess and the Dragon Knight Chapter 47 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Morning seemed to come quickly and Saria thought she would welcome it but Ky actually made a rather fine bed. Being unable to find much to use as a buffer between her and the rock, her dragon friend served as the largest bed she had ever had. Reverting to his monstrous form he unfolded his palm and Saria slept there for the night. It was warm and softer than the stone for certain. The only trouble was, Ky, even while just breathing, was a very loud sleeper.
Saria couldn’t fault him, after all, he was a dragon and quite large. She was awake before he was and when she looked up to his head, which was at the end of at least a forty foot long neck, his beak-like mouth was spouting fire as he slept. It seemed both cute and dangerous but she supposed that was the nature of a dragons. She had had misgivings about sleeping in his palm, as the idea of him forgetting and crushing her was an all too real possibility but obviously he had kept himself in check.
While he slept she decided to g