My Age: Not Important >.>
My Pronoun: Any is fine, but prefers the term "Mishbukha (Family)"
My Story: I don't know what really to put here. I grew up in a seriously dysfunctional family, an addict of a sister. A rage-a-holic for a brother, and a divorce early on in my childhood. If you can even call it that. But I got through it all with the power. OF. ART. Sure that means I a form of something I no longer do. But it was still a way for me to express myself, and even though I don't do that specific form per say. I still can, and I still do it to survive another day. You can never keep me from singing. For it's a way that I can escape from the hate that reality puts upon me for being Gay. As well as being a person who's Gender encompasses all, yet Rejects it as frequently. So all I gotta say is, "No matter how bad society wants to cramp your style. Realize it's only worried because your cramping its own".
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