My mom took all of my behavior personally. Everything I did she thought it was an act of rebellion against her. But it was just me being me.

When I was in seventh grade my mom caught me smoking cigarettes and punished me by making me smoke the entire carton. All it did was piss me off because I was out of cigarettes.

I'm cool. I don't need to be skinny. I like to be strong.

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever ever feel like you're less than, less than perfect.

I'm try-sexual. I'll try anything once

The last time I checked, the only difference between my gay friends and I is who we choose to love. I'm not sure how that warrants a loss of rights, but it needs to stop. What ever happened to liberty and justice for all?

What is a family without love? And by family I don't just mean a packed kitchen table with a hoard of children around it. A family can be made up of any number of people. Me and my fiancee are our own little family, a family of two (and the dog!), and our love is at the heart of that.