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Intro to me.....Hello all,Intro to me.....1 year 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
Let Us PrayA priest intones the massLet Us Pray5 years ago in Open More Like This
to silent stones
and wandering angels.
Head bowed in silence.
Fingers worry at
A rosary for the lost.
An audience of Saints
Hear my prayer.
pickpocket at first sightCaught a stranger stealing my heart.pickpocket at first sight4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
5 Common Stylistic Mistakes of Novice WritersI am not the most experienced or best writer in the world. I'm only a student and spend my days surrounded by other people who all want the same thing I do; to get better at writing. I've improved a lot over the last few years and picked up several invaluable pieces of advice for my writing style from various sources: online guides, published novels, critique and lessons from lecturers.5 Common Stylistic Mistakes of Novice Writers2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I still make mistakes and I doubt I'll ever stop improving my writing style. These bits of advice are basic, but the examples I give are from (except for one obvious exception) pieces of work that a few of my course mates have read out in seminars. With that in mind and a quiet evening to motivate me, I made a list of five traps that novice writers often fall into without realising until it's pointed out.
They key to this list, though, is moderation rather than complete avoidance. These are general rules of thumb, not laws set in stone; there's a time and a place for everything. They key thing that peop
Lit: Cinquains - TransgenderI standLit: Cinquains - Transgender2 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 FAQ4 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
Confession.I sold hope.Confession.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Out of stock.
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
Jocelyn's Transgal FAQJocelyn's Transgal FAQ2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Jocelyn's Transgal FAQ
A little while back, a good friend and watcher (and fellow transgirl), sent me a bunch of questions via Note, asking about my experiences, feelings and advice on certain trans-related things. She said she got a lot out of my answers, so I decided I wanted to post this and share it with other transgirls that might also potentially be able to gain something from this - especially those that are still pre-transition. I have, after all, spent a pretty long time in that agonizing pre-transition stage. Far longer than I wanted.
So I asked her permission to post this and here it is. Some questions have been removed from the original list 'cause my answers were either exceptionally personal or redundant. I also added a couple that different people had asked me shortly after doing this. If there are further questions - from anyone - I am not against editing this and adding more (it's already pretty long; what's more questions at
Love, Acceptance, and Strength I just like people, and I always have. It wasn't until now that I found the word for it: pansexual. Someone could be a boy or a girl, and would fall in love with them. They could be a former woman or BOTH genders, and I could still develop a crush on them. Loving someone is more than gender or sex to me, it's caring for them and wanting to be in my life every second of the day. Of course, if one was a jerk, or wanted to use me, chances are I'd stay as far away from them as I could get. I think there's nothing wrong with me, and my friends accept me. My sisters don't mind, and my mother doesn't care who I fall in love with. So why do I struggle with acceptance? I'll tell you why...Love, Acceptance, and Strength3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's just a phase". "You'll get over it". "You like girls, too? Ew!" I get that a lot, or just hear it sometimes. These words, among others, buzz in my ears and pierce my brain, numbing my heart. Most of the
HT - Simple InstructionsCreate a haiku!HT - Simple Instructions5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Just follow the syllables
Five, seven and five
Diamonds and BlackberriesWild, it is.Diamonds and Blackberries3 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."
On rainy nights like theseOn rainy nights like these he finds his heart beats just a little faster.On rainy nights like these1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Singing along with the tune of memories like starving dreams.
Reliving the street lights reflected in her eyes
The scent of her horribly cheap perfume,
carried on tides of the storm.
Laying speechless, notionless, for hours.
Liquid sapphire eyes intertwined with his own hazel stare.
Moments filled with shared deep thoughts,
but not a single word to break the spell.
To touch was not necessary.
Each moment just side by side,
was a miracle in a sea of lost faith.
Her unconventional beliefs mixed with his sought after religion.
A new way to see, breath, fill your lungs.
A forced goodbye,
regretted on these turbulent nights.
She was everything he needed
but nothing he wanted.
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
Ghostly AngelI woke up, in my bedGhostly Angel2 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.
Treat SoftlyTreat Softly3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't ask something from me that I don't have.
I want to give my all to you.
Please tell me that's enough.
Help me to trust again,
for I don't know how to.
I need you to understand how frail I really am.
Be kind to me.
That's all I ask.