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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
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
DestructionAmazing that we live in a world where we can make a girl fear being herself... where we can make her feel that every single one of her actions is scrutinized. A world where she will monitor everything she does in public and hide her true feelings from everyone, because she fears she will be called weak. And she will do her best to hide her body, because she's afraid of what she is. Where every time she is called a girl or woman she cringes, because she feels she's being looked down upon, for something she had no choice over.
A world where she thinks she has to guard herself and fight against everyone, even her lover, because they will only look at her and see her faults and weaknesses. And it's been etched into her brain that no one will ever love her enough to see through the walls and see that she is beautiful. That no one will ever hold her, because of what she is...
But that's just not true, although she may never know that, because everyone else is just as afraid as her. It's a pl
The Lord Is A Vengeful LordThere was a young man,
he did not know what he felt.
He had been told it was wrong,
he had been told it was wrong.
He felt really weird, really strange
around the wrong friends, wrong men.
It's always a sin,
it's always a sin.
He tried to cleanse in the Eyes,
he tore at himself to prove himself.
Bleed out the bad,
bleed out the bad.
But that wasn't his savior.
He was still impure.
The blood is still flowing,
the blood is still flowing.
But then his savior he found,
found his dark, brutal god.
He worshiped the rope,
he worshiped the rope.
He made love to his god,
and now nothing's left.
Jesus loves you,
Jesus loves you.
But he'll be turned down at The Gate.
Sin does not erase sin,
and the Lord is a vengeful Lord,
and the Lord is a vengeful Lord.
She falls for beastsRuthless winds and raging seas
A link so poles apart from ease
So darkly distinctive
As glitter from dirt
To sorrowfully know, addictive....
Hacked pleasures do hurt
This bond between man and monster
So firm, so unbreakable...shakes a mad red heart
Yet so forbidden, cries pushed away as an imposter
Our tie we hold till our knuckles bleed pulled apart
Destructive beliefs and demolishing dreams
How long will my people hold my love chained to their ugly screams
But I'll never rise because I've fallen forever
So intense, so deeply...
In a hopeless feeling of adore and pain we share together
Summon giants and bulldozers to fail to pick me up cheaply
Not being much soul of an unpleasant preacher
Yet he is a creature
And to bear my dear lush of torture
Yes, he's my creature
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
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More