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]]> ~Fresta http://Fresta.deviantart.com/journal/25991560/ http://Fresta.deviantart.com/journal/25991560/ Thu, 16 Jul 2009 18:12:15 PDT
And.. I miss the dA community and all the friends I made here.

Kisses, Hugs and drugs!

]]> ~Fresta http://Fresta.deviantart.com/journal/20488505/ http://Fresta.deviantart.com/journal/20488505/ Sun, 14 Sep 2008 12:02:47 PDT comfortable,
not drinking too much,
regular exercise at the gym
3 days a week,
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries ,
at ease,
eating well
no more microwave dinners and saturated fats,
a patient better driver,
a safer car
baby smiling in back seat,
sleeping well
no bad dreams,
no paranoia,
careful to all animals
never washing spiders down the plughole,
keep in contact with old friends
enjoy a drink now and then,
will frequently check credit at
moral bank hole in the wall,
favors for favors,
fond but not in love,
charity standing orders,
on Sundays ring road supermarket
no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants,
car wash
also on Sundays,
no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate,
nothing so childish - at a better pace,
slower and more calculated,
no chance of escape,
now self-employed,
concerned but powerless,
an empowered and informed member of society
pragmatism not idealism,
will not cry in public,
less chance of illness,
tires that grip in the wet
shot of baby strapped in back seat,
a good memory,
still cries at a good film,
still kisses with saliva,
no longer empty and frantic
like a cat
tied to a stick,
that's driven into
frozen winter shit
the ability to laugh at weakness,
calm,
fitter,
healthier and more productive
a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics.



RADIOHEAD - OK COMPUTER

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]]> ~Fresta http://Fresta.deviantart.com/journal/12269117/ http://Fresta.deviantart.com/journal/12269117/ Wed, 21 Mar 2007 09:12:41 PDT http://Fresta.deviantart.com/journal/11670811/ Sat, 03 Feb 2007 11:49:58 PST
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.


Repost this if you belive homophobia is wrong.

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see you Mates! ]]> ~Fresta http://Fresta.deviantart.com/journal/7302152/ http://Fresta.deviantart.com/journal/7302152/ Tue, 13 Dec 2005 15:08:56 PST ~Fresta http://Fresta.deviantart.com/journal/7229664/ http://Fresta.deviantart.com/journal/7229664/ Mon, 05 Dec 2005 13:57:28 PST ~Fresta http://Fresta.deviantart.com/journal/6946195/ http://Fresta.deviantart.com/journal/6946195/ Thu, 03 Nov 2005 15:41:43 PST ~Fresta