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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 15:54:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Birthday</title>
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  <description>Happy Birthday to me!!! Today is my birthday!&amp;nbsp; I don&apos;t have anything special planned today. I believe I will just go swimming.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 15:51:46 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&amp;nbsp; am&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; girl&amp;nbsp; kicked&amp;nbsp; out&amp;nbsp; of&amp;nbsp; her&amp;nbsp; home&amp;nbsp; because&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; confided&amp;nbsp; in&amp;nbsp; my&amp;nbsp; mother&amp;nbsp; that&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; am&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&amp;nbsp; am&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; prostitute&amp;nbsp; working&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; streets&amp;nbsp; because&amp;nbsp; nobody&amp;nbsp; will&amp;nbsp; hire&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; transsexual&amp;nbsp; woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I&amp;nbsp; am&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; sister&amp;nbsp; who&amp;nbsp; holds&amp;nbsp; her&amp;nbsp; gay&amp;nbsp; brother&amp;nbsp; tight&amp;nbsp; through&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; painful, tear-filled&amp;nbsp; nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We&amp;nbsp; are&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; parents&amp;nbsp; who&amp;nbsp; buried&amp;nbsp; our&amp;nbsp; daughter&amp;nbsp; long&amp;nbsp; before&amp;nbsp; her&amp;nbsp; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I&amp;nbsp; am&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; man&amp;nbsp; who&amp;nbsp; died&amp;nbsp; alone&amp;nbsp; because&amp;nbsp; they&amp;nbsp; would&amp;nbsp; not&amp;nbsp; let&amp;nbsp; my&amp;nbsp; partner&amp;nbsp; of&amp;nbsp; twenty&amp;nbsp; seven&amp;nbsp; years&amp;nbsp; into&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&amp;nbsp; am&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; foster&amp;nbsp; child&amp;nbsp; who&amp;nbsp; wakes&amp;nbsp; up&amp;nbsp; with&amp;nbsp; nightmares&amp;nbsp; of&amp;nbsp; being&amp;nbsp; taken&amp;nbsp; away&amp;nbsp; from&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; two&amp;nbsp; fathers&amp;nbsp; who&amp;nbsp; are&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; only&amp;nbsp; loving&amp;nbsp; family&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; ever&amp;nbsp; had. I&amp;nbsp; wish&amp;nbsp; they&amp;nbsp; could&amp;nbsp; adopt&amp;nbsp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I&amp;nbsp; am&amp;nbsp; one&amp;nbsp; of&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; lucky&amp;nbsp; ones&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; guess. I&amp;nbsp; survived&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; attack&amp;nbsp; that&amp;nbsp; left&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; in&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; coma&amp;nbsp; for&amp;nbsp; three&amp;nbsp; weeks. I&amp;nbsp; should&amp;nbsp; be&amp;nbsp; able&amp;nbsp; to&amp;nbsp; walk&amp;nbsp; again&amp;nbsp; in&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&amp;nbsp; am&amp;nbsp; not&amp;nbsp; one&amp;nbsp; of&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; lucky&amp;nbsp; ones. I&amp;nbsp; killed&amp;nbsp; myself&amp;nbsp; just&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; few&amp;nbsp; weeks&amp;nbsp; before&amp;nbsp; graduating&amp;nbsp; highschool. It&amp;nbsp; was&amp;nbsp; simply&amp;nbsp; too&amp;nbsp; much&amp;nbsp; to&amp;nbsp; bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I&amp;nbsp; am&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; mother&amp;nbsp; who&amp;nbsp; is&amp;nbsp; not&amp;nbsp; allowed&amp;nbsp; to&amp;nbsp; even&amp;nbsp; visit&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; children&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; bore, nursed&amp;nbsp; and&amp;nbsp; raised. The&amp;nbsp; court&amp;nbsp; says&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; am&amp;nbsp; an&amp;nbsp; unfit&amp;nbsp; mother&amp;nbsp; because&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; now&amp;nbsp; live&amp;nbsp; with&amp;nbsp; another&amp;nbsp; woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&amp;nbsp; am&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; domestic&amp;nbsp; violence&amp;nbsp; survivor&amp;nbsp; who&amp;nbsp; found&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; support&amp;nbsp; system&amp;nbsp; grow&amp;nbsp; suddenly&amp;nbsp; cold&amp;nbsp; and&amp;nbsp; distant&amp;nbsp; when&amp;nbsp; they&amp;nbsp; found&amp;nbsp; out&amp;nbsp; my&amp;nbsp; abusive&amp;nbsp; domestic&amp;nbsp; partner&amp;nbsp; is&amp;nbsp; also&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I&amp;nbsp; am&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; domestic&amp;nbsp; violence&amp;nbsp; survivor&amp;nbsp; who&amp;nbsp; has&amp;nbsp; no&amp;nbsp; support&amp;nbsp; system&amp;nbsp; to&amp;nbsp; turn&amp;nbsp; to&amp;nbsp; because&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; am&amp;nbsp; male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We&amp;nbsp; are&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; couple&amp;nbsp; who&amp;nbsp; had&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; realtor&amp;nbsp; hang&amp;nbsp; up&amp;nbsp; on&amp;nbsp; us&amp;nbsp; when&amp;nbsp; she&amp;nbsp; found&amp;nbsp; out&amp;nbsp; we&amp;nbsp; wanted&amp;nbsp; to&amp;nbsp; rent&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; one-bedroom&amp;nbsp; for&amp;nbsp; two&amp;nbsp; men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I&amp;nbsp; am&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; father&amp;nbsp; who&amp;nbsp; has&amp;nbsp; never&amp;nbsp; hugged&amp;nbsp; his&amp;nbsp; son&amp;nbsp; because&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; grew&amp;nbsp; up&amp;nbsp; afraid&amp;nbsp; to&amp;nbsp; show&amp;nbsp; affection&amp;nbsp; to&amp;nbsp; other&amp;nbsp; men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&amp;nbsp; am&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; home-economics&amp;nbsp; teacher&amp;nbsp; who&amp;nbsp; always&amp;nbsp; wanted&amp;nbsp; to&amp;nbsp; teach&amp;nbsp; gym&amp;nbsp; until&amp;nbsp; someone&amp;nbsp; told&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; that&amp;nbsp; only&amp;nbsp; lesbians&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I&amp;nbsp; am&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; man&amp;nbsp; who&amp;nbsp; died&amp;nbsp; when&amp;nbsp; paramedics&amp;nbsp; stopped&amp;nbsp; treating&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; as&amp;nbsp; soon&amp;nbsp; as&amp;nbsp; they&amp;nbsp; discovered&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; was&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; transsexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&amp;nbsp; am&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; person&amp;nbsp; who&amp;nbsp; feels&amp;nbsp; guilty&amp;nbsp; because&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; think&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; could&amp;nbsp; be&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; much&amp;nbsp; better&amp;nbsp; person&amp;nbsp; if&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; did&amp;nbsp; not&amp;nbsp; have&amp;nbsp; to&amp;nbsp; always&amp;nbsp; deal&amp;nbsp; with&amp;nbsp; society&amp;nbsp; hating&amp;nbsp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I&amp;nbsp; am&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; man&amp;nbsp; who&amp;nbsp; stopped&amp;nbsp; attending&amp;nbsp; Church, not&amp;nbsp; because&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; don&apos;t&amp;nbsp; believe, but&amp;nbsp; because&amp;nbsp; they&amp;nbsp; closed&amp;nbsp; their&amp;nbsp; doors&amp;nbsp; to&amp;nbsp; my&amp;nbsp; kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&amp;nbsp; am&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; person&amp;nbsp; who&amp;nbsp; has&amp;nbsp; to&amp;nbsp; hide&amp;nbsp; what&amp;nbsp; this&amp;nbsp; world&amp;nbsp; needs&amp;nbsp; most, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I&amp;nbsp; am&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; person&amp;nbsp; afraid&amp;nbsp; of&amp;nbsp; telling&amp;nbsp; his&amp;nbsp; loving&amp;nbsp; Christian&amp;nbsp; parents&amp;nbsp; he&amp;nbsp; loves&amp;nbsp; another&amp;nbsp; male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Re-post&amp;nbsp; this&amp;nbsp; if&amp;nbsp; you&amp;nbsp; believe&amp;nbsp; homophobia&amp;nbsp; is&amp;nbsp; wrong. Please &amp;nbsp;do &amp;nbsp;your&amp;nbsp; part&amp;nbsp; to&amp;nbsp; end&amp;nbsp; it.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 03:57:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;Wow, Today was awful! The weather was horrible. It was muggy and warm but then the rain arrived. Dark clouds and lightning. I hate thunderstorms. I love sleeping while it&apos;s raining but not storming. So today ended up being a complete waste. Nothing could get done outside. So I just stayed inside and spent all my time on the net. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.</description>
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