Cinderella is a Prince: Ch 1 (M/M)Chapter One - My Fateful Encounter
"Crap, I'm late for work" was the first coherent thought that crossed my mind as I drowsily rubbed my eyes and woke up to the cacophony of the alarm clock to realize that I was the only person left in the apartment. I cursed a string of swears as I hastily got to my feet and rushed into the bathroom to get ready for work, which had started about half an hour ago.
As I struggled to put on my trousers and realized that the zip was up, I had a dreading feeling that today was going to be the worst of days, if that was even possible, for more reasons than one. Being late for work didn't even make it on the list, hell, if it did then every day would be the worst of days. The main reason was the fact that my long-time friend and self-proclaimed adviser, Charlotte Moreau was coming down to London from France today to 'see how my little Lukie was doing' and I'd forgotten to arrange the extravagant welcoming party she was expecting.
Annoying? Yes, she was at ti
In The Daylight
In The Daylight
A false downfall
An unexpected revival
Sunset to moonset
Shining through darkness
In the valley of promises- I will fear no end
On the brink of weakness- I will ascend
Roads of the toughest
Paths of the darkest
I conditioned my flawed limits
So fearful memories won't be paralytic
I had to raise my own spirit
Strength and endurance become so vivid
A chance for change / A moment of fate
A time to make peace / A brief feeling of creed
A sealing of my slate / A silencing of my mistakes
A secret ready to be freed / A chain soon-to-be incomplete
Pain and peace are infinite
Judge the wrath of the wicked
Victims can be vengeful or forgiving
Prolific tears are forever listening
To the cryptic lyrics that layout life's experiences
A few simplistic words can become so endearing
And I start again
Coming OutWith promises to be good,
you prayed every day
and waited for the sign,
even when a songbird touched
down on the roofs of Kansas
and went hollow on your shoulder.
The shedding of teardrops,
the coming out of a heartland
from its religion.
Breathing the smoke of its ash,
and being washed clean of what
you thought you knew.
The locusts never come,
the harvest will yet fail,
but don't deny the butterfly
that carries you over pastures
of dairy cows too busy
to look up at you and judge.
Let me tell you a story about this election.In the beginning, Man created God.
From that point on, Man used God to defend Man's opinions.
Whenever Man made a claim, Man said God agreed.
But if another made a claim that Man did not like, God did not like it either.
And soon it came to pass that the other became the hated heretic, and all of Man's opinions were considered the epitome of godliness and morality.
And Man saw that it was good.
And then it came to pass that Man, disillusioned by his own pride in his creation, forgot that it was he who had created God in the first place.
And God told Man that it was His Will that only the righteous shall inherit the earth.
And God told Man that it was His Will that women honor and respect their husbands and masters.
And God told Man how to keep slaves, and to murder those whom God grew displeased with.
And God told Man to kill homosexuals, witches, unruly children, those who do not listen to priests, fortunetellers, adulterers, fornicators, followers of other religions, non
It Gets Better (My Story)Hello, my name is Cas, and this is my story.
Growing up, I never heard or knew much of the LGBT community. I was a church-going girl, a strong Christian, and I was blindly taught by my family how things were and how to live life. I remember once asking a member of my family why two men or two women could not marry one another, and the answer that I was told was 'because gay people cannot stay in long-term relationships, and if they could get married then they would all just be getting divorced all the time'. At the time it did not sound right to me, but I did not question.
In the third grade, my parents had a horrible divorce. My father was sick of the stress that my mother's constant illnesses caused, and he was tired of dealing with her mood-swings which had lead to her attempting suicide three times while I was a child. I was taken from my home in the country and moved to a somewhat larger city with my mother and grandparents. During this time, my father got back into theater. He wo
How deviantART Changed My LifeI've been on dA for eight months, and during that time, my life as I know it changed; nothing is the same.
How deviantART Changed My Life
I honestly did not think deviantART would effect my life.
When I joined deviantART, I had no intentions of using it any more than I would be using my email account. I only joined because my 14 year old brother, who is a regular user of the site, kept telling me to sign up and upload my art for others to see. And so I did. I joined on March 2012, creating my first deviantART account called "pinkblueBiblioFREAK". I emphasized "freak" because that's what I felt like, basically because of my gender identity which failed to match my body and appearance. I looked nothing like a female, yet identified as one. Being on that site and talking to people, I started making friends. Making friends always came naturally to me; the reason I stopped doing it in real life was because no one accepted who I
Perceptions of HomosexualityGay and Lesbian rights is a an issue that galvanizes people, particularly on the internet, and as I writer of male/male fiction or a Yaoi fangirl, as you may prefer, I would like to weigh in with my views on the matter.
Naturally I do completely support Gay rights and all this entails. For example I believe that adoption and marriage are just as valid options for Gay and Lesbian couples and should be permitted and protected by law. I also feel that individuals of any marginal sexual orientation or gender identity should be free from prejudice, harassment, or unequal treatment at work or in public. So on and so forth.
I think that this is the most common stance for liberal-minded individuals and is probably the one expected of me, given my interests. My interests in male/male works however are not what guarantees or suggests my support for Gay rights.
I think most Yaoi fans do support gay rights but, although their tastes may influence this opinion, this is mainly because they are thems
Me and My True MaskI stay inside myself, only letting a mask of the true me out.
Only I'm allowed to see the real me, since anyone else would break it.
The mask I put out is the one everyone wants to see,
The one the world accepts.
They don't want the real me,
the one that looks battered and bruised from before.
No, they want the prestige image that's from everyone's dreams,
not the reality.
My mask is my only friend, though my mask has plenty of friends.
I will forever be with my mask, and my mask only,
Since my mask is the only one that accepts the true me.
But once I met someone, they didn't like my mask.
We asked them why and they said they could see past it,
and thought the mask I put up was worse.
That day I didn't understand, but that person wanted to take away my mask,
To let out the true me and speak with them face to face.
I ran, for my mask was too soft to this person, too transparent,
and that scared me.
My mask was my only friend, and it shall stay as my only friend,
While the world sees the