My name is charmaine, everyone calls me char, but my nickname is mainzy. I am 20, bisexual, a bookworm, outspoken, harsh at times, an utter romantic, a clown. I love to laugh, and I love to write. In 19 years I've learned some hard lessons of life, all of which inspire everything I do. I don't always make the best of choices, but I try to follow my heart and be a good person. In my person beliefs, I believe in A god, not that of jesus christ, but just something of a higher power. I believe in freedom of speech, but wisdom in knowing when to speak and when not to.
I have ABSOLUTELY no tolerance for homophobia, it makes me mad enough to spit nails, and Yes I have become very violent when confronted with someone arrogant and homophobic. If your smart then never recite those stupid adam and steve, or ashley and eve phrases. It will get something glass or heavy chucked at your head( done this before
I believe myself to be a very outgoing person,
I'm currently learning not to be so much of a recluse as I used to be , so I wont be as shy if someone say's howdy!
If u need to knw anything else, just messege me
My favourite saying at the moment is: because I can!
*Life is to much drama, then again living is an art".-mainzy
This is really inspiring to me, because I've had homophobic comments thrown my way, as well as to my gay fathers,to much truth to these words.
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.
Repost this in your journal if you believe homophobia is wrong.
only we can stop the violence, the prejudice, the insecurity, and most importantly, we are the only ones to blame. we have let these things go too far. change a person's life. try accepting them, rather than making them feel as though they were nothing, just because they are different. you can be the change, but only if you are willing to change yourself. take a chance, and be the person we all aspire to be.
I have ABSOLUTELY no tolerance for homophobia, it makes me mad enough to spit nails, and Yes I have become very violent when confronted with someone arrogant and homophobic. If your smart then never recite those stupid adam and steve, or ashley and eve phrases. It will get something glass or heavy chucked at your head( done this before
I believe myself to be a very outgoing person, I'm currently learning not to be so much of a recluse as I used to be , so I wont be as shy if someone say's howdy!
If u need to knw anything else, just messege meMy favourite saying at the moment is: because I can!
*Life is to much drama, then again living is an art".-mainzy
This is really inspiring to me, because I've had homophobic comments thrown my way, as well as to my gay fathers,to much truth to these words.
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.
Repost this in your journal if you believe homophobia is wrong.
only we can stop the violence, the prejudice, the insecurity, and most importantly, we are the only ones to blame. we have let these things go too far. change a person's life. try accepting them, rather than making them feel as though they were nothing, just because they are different. you can be the change, but only if you are willing to change yourself. take a chance, and be the person we all aspire to be.
- Last seen 54 minutes ago. Member since October 21, 2006.
- I'm a malachite opening poet for 423 comments.
- I am a 20 year old woman (Canada)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a student, or hanging out with fam or best friend.















- I am in the groups Beautiful Bisexual Women, Bis Lesbians Gays and Transgendered, Gay Lesbian and Bisexuals Group
- I have 423 comments, 9 contests, 1 addline, 204 poems, 1 philosophy, 5 journals
Poems I'm focused on
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I broke free today,
not broken spirited, but like the waves crashing against the rocks.23 lines, 28 comments, October 28, 2007 -
When I thought I was giving up, pen down,20 lines, 1 comment, October 1, 2007
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The ocean flows onto the beach,
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Beautifull chaotic she seems to be,
hair in a mess for them to see.53 lines, 4 comments, October 22, 2006
My Poetry
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On a dark night with moments to spare,
I ran from something,23 lines, 1 comment, October 23. In Personal -
I want to tell you about my city,
in all her glory, in all her depth,31 lines, May 15. In Thoughts -
I watch the match I light spark and burn,
the scent rich to my nose as the drugs poor through my system.33 lines, May 3
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Tonight my bfs helping his best friend move out of his house, he's leaving his wife, and moving in with his father. Don't know why I care..but for some dame reason or other it bothers me, maybe because I have morals and he broke vows and hurt some people...Wish he was just a friend and not my bfs best friend..then heOctober 3, 100 words. → Make first comment?
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Atlantis on November 13, 2008Hey Char its been a long time its lorrie from james st. how u doing mcnugget. Your poems are amazing. Love Ya
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Sacrificial Love on February 20, 2007
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Sacrificial Love on February 15, 2007
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Sacrificial Love on February 15, 2007



