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original Post Yuki207

Translated by DanaZuster .

Note: For those who believe that homophobia is wrong and want to fight for a better world for our gay and lesbian friends. Please put this post in their journals.

run I'm the girl home because her mother confessed that she was lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody contrataríaa a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight, his nights are filled with sorrow and tears.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before time. I

child living temporarily in a house, awakening at night because of nightmares you have to think about the possibility of being torn from its two parents, which are the only loving family has had. Wish they could adopt.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks and within a year, probably walk again.

We are the couple who could not rent a room with one bed in a hotel because we were men.

I am the person who does not know which bathroom to use because they do not want trouble, because someone called management.

I am the mother who can not visit his children who gave birth, nursed and raised. The court says I am an inadequate mother because I now live with another woman.

'm the survivor of domestic violence is a support system fríoy distant when they found the couple who abused me was a woman too. I

domestic violence survivor who has no support for it is man.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up in fear of showing cariñoa another man.

I am the home economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until he was told it was for lesbians.

I am the man who died because the paramedics stopped treating me as he realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because she thinks it might be better if society was not always hating.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because they wanted to, but because the doors are closed to people of my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another man.

Put this in your journal if you think homophobia is wrong. And do your part to end it.

I have to admit I got goosebumps a few. It is often our inability to put aside differences horrible makes the life of another person, that we hiso more to show us something different.

Being different is not wrong and does not discriminate: I am against treating all as equals because we are not discriminating and is just categorize things. We are not all equal, but that is not grounds for abuse, the disrespect, the injury to life and limiting the expression of the people. To say I am a woman and a man he should not be a limit and stay in that it is: an adjective.

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Northern Downpour [ChilexPeru] (OneShot)

Couple: ChilexPeru (kinda)

Warning: EMO, historicoo ~ Ghei?

Note: FAIL-ish

He knew I hated it ... but never thought much. A year had passed since the war ended. Their land was devastated, struggling to regain what had once been.

He had finished everything.

And yes, the blame was not entirely his, yes, of course ... course, but that did not erase everything that had happened the previous year.

In the distance I could hear the crowd celebrating on July 28. Even with the full reconstruction of streets, the crowd celebrated the day together when they acquired their precious freedom. The port where he was walking was decorated with their flag. For some reason ... felt that he deserved to celebrate with them. Although it was his birthday ... I felt that it deserved.

this in mind, began to move away from the group of people without being noticed. He walked with quick steps with his arms crossed over his chest. Ran cold wind, the sea breeze hit your face with all their moisture. Without realizing it, ended up facing the sea, watching the horizon furiously kicking at stones in anger. Had tried, really he did ... but that had not been enough, no, it always ends the same. It was still useless.

frustration A tear slid silently down her cheek, followed by a couple more. It felt small again, and did not want to be. Cast in thought, and without removing his eyes from the sea, took off his shoes, socks, and shirt. Even with pants, entered the sea, ignoring the fact that it was winter and the water temperature was inhumane.

He sea where his men had died.

swam till you drop, to enter what I wanted to the sea and floated on his back. Beginning at dusk and the sky was laying tangerine. I could still hear in the depths of his mind, declaring war, insulting him and glared. He closed his eyes, trying to dispel that thought, but her voice calling his name, screaming ....

... and fell asleep.

... I just wanted to help my brother ...

********

next thing I could remember was the feeling of not being floated strong pressure in the chest, dark, and then nothing.

thought he was dead for a while, but then the pressure went away and found its windpipe filled with water. Started coughing heavily, the darkness still present. A sharp pain seized his throat. Heard sounds vague, his ear trying to adjust slowly.

- What the hell were you doing? You could have died, you idiot! - opened his eyes to hear his voice, hoping it was his imagination jugándole another pass. But no, there it was. Soaked from head to foot, like it. Brushed the hair from his eyes to see it clearly. To see the glare of reproach, of superiority once again.

tried out the voice of his injured throat.

-M-Manuel ...

- Answer! What what the hell were you thinking?!

He would have liked to answer, but had no idea what just happened, so I ignored them, quickly standing up and stumbling, falling face in the sand because of the lack of stability that was at the moment.

- Idiot! You are too weak to stand! - Manuel took him by the arm, helping her up and looking reproachfully (And concern, perhaps?).

"Well, let me ...- Miguel removed his hand from Chile, sitting on the sand and looking the other way. They were silent for a while until the voice of one of them returned to fill the void.

-... I could've drowned.

"I was not planning to kill me ...- Although I was not sure if that was all true ...

"Well, you've been around, Weon-What the hell was he doing here?" Had come to scoff?


- Why the hell did you get me anyway?! - Manuel opened his eyes wide open (yes, Michael had gone mad. Or perhaps it had always been wrong.).

opened and closed his mouth again and again, until I finally gave up.

"You are right said ...- without looking at turning around Peru once more. He began to walk away slowly - ... because I did not like wevada.

Michael stood in silence, watching the waves crashing against the shore for a while. Another time I was alone. In the darkness, the sun had set. Fireworks began to appear in the sky, to away.

Truth is his birthday.

never come to understand ... why it affected him so much what he said, or his hatred towards him. Perhaps it was for the same reason that had saved him from death. To continue to suffer with cold. With these thoughts, drawing a sour smile on his face, only to disappear a couple of seconds later, giving way to tears started rolling down her cheeks, accompanied by pain and anger.

That was stupid to think they ever wanted.

Discontinued Malibu Lighting

Melody [ChilexPerú] (OneShot)

Look what the songs that make me weird ....

Couple: ChilexPeru
Notices: Yeah ... a few bad words. EMO-ism moments at the end TT
Notes: FAILFAILFAIL, linchenme


She watched in horror, stretching a hand to touch him, but gave a violent step back. Both were breathing quickly, the gun in his hand, pointing to his hundred and eyes that reflected something to which your body shiver runs. He had arrived just in time for the first time. But now she wanted to be a nightmare.

"Drop that ....

-No ....

- Let go, I say!

- Fuck! Let in peace for once! I you do not care, so stop pretending that it is! - Tears streaming from her eyes, and the weapon shook in his hand. The trigger finger gently stroking loosely.

not know what to say, do not know what to do ...

"You have no idea what you're doing. 're Upset, but then se___.

- Shut up damn it - his eyes were not the happy person he knew from long ago, and began to wonder since it was kept since .- No one is interested in truth. They can say yes, but they are just lies, like yours. To you only care about its international image damned. No one will notice ... nobody is going to feel ....

"You're talking nonsense ...

- I'm telling the fucking truth! - The sound of suppressed sobs began to fill the room.

He leaned closer, while the other kept his eyes closed holding the tears, the gun still in his hundred. One more step, two, three ... never felt so much distance. His arms surrounded him in an embrace, gently, almost as if it were to break. His hand took hers slowly, removing the gun from his head and dropping it on the floor. He kissed the forehead without release. Support your head on his shoulder, stroking her black hair. Also felt her hands clung to his chest.

had been ... so close to losing it altogether .... At the thought her eyes filled with tears, and a couple of them ran silently down her cheeks. Trembled in his arms, his body shaking with sobs, his eyes red from crying and her head buried his shoulder while passing his hand through his hair affectionately.

not know what to say ... or maybe yes ... but did not know how to express it in words. Kissed where the gun had been, another kiss ended up in her hair. Took his head with both hands and dropped another kiss on your eyes, cheeks, eyebrows, nose, her chin .... The smaller eyes looked down, tears still falling freely and your body still trembling. He ran a finger over his lips, thinking about missed that delicate and smooth texture, which was his ... yours alone. He leaned his forehead with his.

-...¿ Why?

-... Because no one knows how it feels ... ...- even you knew exactly what he meant, and was recognized guilty of that. And how I wanted to tell ....

"I promise you ... look at me, I promise you soon ...- hit his lips against his, feeling, recording the memory in your mind . "Stay with me ... Yes? - Hugged him, burying her head in her hair, inhaling the smell mixtures.

"Do not go ....

"I will not ....

He knew he did not understand what he said ....

But it would do everything to get it this close ... always.