( Jun. 8th, 2009 08:40 am)
you know how you google for people from your past that you really really want to find but you never have any luck finding the one you want to find the mostest? ok maybe you don't but i have been looking for my foster daughter for just short of 14 years now and have found loads of people with her name and general appearance but they were either too old or too young or a famous actress with the same name. but never ever her. my stepmunchkin (female type) was goofing off on my space tonight and appears to have found her. a place i never opened an account figuring that the munchkin(s) needed a place of her(their) own on the webz.. (she really doesn't qualify as munchkin anymore. she has 3 of her own but still...)to have found the foster-munchkin again after all thses years is a very very good thing. the first really really good thing that's happened in a while. i really

now that its morning i'm just not quite as... wildly optimistic but... still i really would like to know how her life has turned out so far.
gakked from vlredreign

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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may the coming year be better than ever!

much love from

( May. 22nd, 2009 08:23 am)
first post that says absolutley nothing




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