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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 differences6 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
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 on5 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.
GNF - Colons and Semi-ColonsGNF - Colons and Semi-Colons4 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
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."
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 34 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,
BrokenI don't know why they call it a broken heart, because it's not, really.Broken5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's more like your heart is trying to break apart, but it never really succeeds.
It's like it's literally trying to pull itself into two, and struggling to function correctly in the process.
And oh, it hurts.
If you've never had a broken heart you won't understand, you probably think it's an emotional thing, like it's all in the mind.
But it's so much more than that.
It's a physical ache in your chest, a painful whine that just doesn't quit.
It's a kind of pressure, compacting your whole chest area and making everything inside hurt.
Then it rises, it forces its way up into your throat, forming an aching lump that pushes tears from your eyes.
And then you're crying because it's just impossible not to do so.
And even when you're all cried out, it's still there, this indescribable ache that feels like no other ache you've ever
Wishing for NeverlandChildren ask,Wishing for Neverland1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Centaur: A Chaotic Tail Part 7Peggy blinked as they came to the more open area, though it didn't look like it was going to be open long. There were already new buildings being constructed in the empty areas. She wondered why anyone would want to fill in all the empty space . . . but shrugged, realizing she had no clue how a city this size even managed to stay orderly. Felix led her down the road, which seemed to be made of a flat stone surface with no sign of where the stones met each other. She wondered if magic was involved in its construction. Her hooves seemed to clatter even louder against this surface than against the cobbles. It made her grateful for the noise of the construction.Centaur: A Chaotic Tail Part 73 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They made their way quickly to the Library's entrance and then Peggy stopped. In front of them was a long flight of steep stone stairs. "Felix . . . I don't know if I can get up those." Of all the issues she could imagine keeping her from finding out what she needed to know, this was the LAST that would have occurred to her. She pu
That Punk Rock FeelingShe walks down the street,That Punk Rock Feeling9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Headphones in her ears.
Angry music playing loudly,
To keep away her tears.
Her hair is short and messy,
Her black polish is chipped.
Her combat boots thump loudly,
Her goodwill jeans are ripped.
She likes her rough fashion,
Ahough she hates her face.
It masks her emotions,
Her hearts delicate as lace.
Yet she grins at passersby,
Who stare with pure disgust.
She leaves them speechless,
Coverde in her dust.