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Login:	Cheeky
Role:	Regular
Mood:	Happy - Mood history
Real Name:	Brittany
Gender:	Female
Status:	Attached & not looking
Location:	Kansas City, Kansas, U.S.A.
Birthdate:	Feb 18, 1987, I'm 21 and a Aquarius
My +Buddies:	!~Scotty~!, PinkiePie, Squints, ~Nykole~, anti~snap, Atrina, cRi!, Danigirl, EPIPHANY, NateDaGreat, pinkiE, Razoredge, Tha-Ho, War_Kitten, yourmercykiss, _PiXiE_, `J`, ~Mommy_GiZmO~, ¤MissKitty¤
+Buddy Of:	!~Scotty~!, PinkiePie, Squints, ~Nykole~, anti~snap, Atrina, LAtex, pieHannahpie, Tha-Ho, TheMan.com, War_Kitten, yourmercykiss, _PiXiE_, `J`, ~Mommy_GiZmO~
Bio:	On May 27, 2006 On a beach in monterey ca. i married my best friend. and the most wonderful person i have ever known I am 19 a single mother yes i am from kansas no i am not a red neck nor am i uneducated no i don't do drugs i have stopped going to parties in order to focus my attention on my daughter, my school and my work I am just further proof that not all stereo types are true if you have negativity to throw at me, please go away i love my life to be peaceful and i don't need any shit especially from anyone on here if you are going to be nice i love meeting people but do note i am married so don't hit on me compliments are one thing hitting on me is another i love people i love my life and i love my self Life is not about finding yourself, life is about creating yourself "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson "People have died for love, they have lied and cheated and parted from those who loved them in turn. Love has slammed doors on fortunes, made bad men from heroes and heroes from libertines. Love has corrupted, cured, depraved, and perverted. It is the remedy, the melody, the poison and the pain. The appetite, the antidote, the fever and the flavour. Love Kills. Love Cures. Love is a bloody menace. Oh, but it's fun while it lasts. The world faltered on it's axis, then resumed it's customary gyration, a place of improved possibilities." --The Cutting Room by Louise Welsh "Tragedies happen, what are you gonna do? Give up? Quit? No. I realize now that when your heart breaks you gotta fight like hell to make sure you're still alive, because you are, and the pain you feel, that's life. The confusion and fear, that's there to remind you that somewhere out there's something better and that something is worth fighting for" Daddys’ little girl grew up to be a whore. Cut her little heart out now she can’t bleed no more. Puttin needles in her veins, said it made her feel alright. But I know better, saw her cryin’ just last night. Her pride came off with her shirt on his floor, she knew she could have grown up to be much more, but daddys’ little girl grew up to be a whore. ~~hannah Ash~~ So i geuss this is where I tell you what I learned - my conclusion, right? Well, my conclusion is: Hate is baggage. Life's too short to be pissed off all the time. It's just not worth it. -american history x God never gives us more than we can handle Courage doesn't always roar, sometimes it's a quiet voice at the end of the day that says, I'll try again tomorrow How happy is the blameless, Vestal's lot The world forgetting, by the world forgot Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd I AM [center]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 person who understands what it was like to be black fifty years ago 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. I am the person wondering why this is the kiind of society we live in.[/center
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