Well that's it really this page is meant for those interested in knowing the real me. NOT for my family cause alot of them would rather not know all about me!!!

OK now where to begin???Hmmmm I'm 46 lesbian born July 15,1959 in Argentia,Newfoundland Canada. I grew up in Millington about 10 miles north of. Memphis Tn(my daddy is retired Navy) and then moved to Arkansas. I moved her in 1991 with my ex-g/f(we aren't together anymore)but after we split up I stayed here because I have NO family here.I have been married once at age 17 to an idiot but hell what did I know I was a young dumb kid that was always told womyn grow up and marry men, So that's what I did and I had a son.I also left him after 6 months. Then in 1983 I made that same mistake again** hey I'm blonde what can I say**anyway in 1990 I left him for my g/f and never looked back. I knew from the age of 12 that I liked womyn but I was raised in the south and was told all my life that it was wrong to be this way so I tried it the other way and was miserable. I finally woke up in 1990 and said OH what the hey I'm not getting any younger and life is way to short to be unhappy I mean you can't please anyone else if you aren't happy yourself.

from a list I am on, this makes you think, wish more people did (think)

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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