Jaime's Journal

Okay, this is going to sound incredibly stupid, but I'm trying to edit my ficlist. Somehow, when I go to edit it, it turns into HTML. Now this is where I hide my head in shame... I have no idea how to use HTML; it looks like a mess to me. Is it possible to change the edit version to the way it was before? You know, the easier way? If anyone can help, I'd be ever so grateful. ~Jaime

I know that there is a 'Virgin!Snape' fic-list out there somewhere, but it hasn't been updated for quite awhile. Therefore, as I am somewhat bored, and very interested with this theme, I decided to create one of my very own. If anyone has anything to add, I'd be happy to do so. Just let me know.

I would like to add that many stories on this list contain slash, but the pairings are clearly marked, so there shouldn't be any trouble for those who dislike it.  

Well, after having to flock my LJ, I decided to create a new journal. Which brought me here... This is something I found from mysticdreamer32 (@LJ) and I just had to post it. I have a few friends and several family members who are gay, so this affects me. When I read this, I honestly had goosebumps, and I think that this is a message that should be passed around.

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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 one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
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 man who died when the paramedics 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 didn’t 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.
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Repost this if you think homophobia is wrong.