Here's my story on VR. I joined VR like 3 yrs ago. I was very interested and gained level fast until I broke up with my ex-girlfriend. I than didn't get on it very much and forgot the password to my old account. I deleted it and started to work towards level again. I became consumed with this site again. I enjoy it very much and its very fun. I became acm in an amazing coven that I enjoy much. I than passed the acolyte test and was very happy with helping all members. I have now been promoted to Sentoran which means a lot. I would love to become a regent one day.
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I am a proud member of the Coven of Unwanted Tragedies. I have been a member for pretty long now and have worked my way up to ACM. I enjoy working with all members on the coven staff. Ameera is one of the most amazing people I have ever met and she and I get along so well. The people in the coven are my family. We are so close and can share anything with each other. Its an amazing place to be.
I started noticing my attraction to guys around middle school. I was never confused or upset that this was happening. I always have embraced my sexuality and showed it with pride no matter how many people disagree or agree. I have been with woman before but as I am getting older my attraction for them has went almost away and the want of a relationship with them is no more.
I have created a mentorship names The Cursed Wanderers. Its fairly new and I haven't had much time to work on it but I am interested in bring in creative pupils to help me get some pages up and make it an interesting place to be. I created it in hopes new and old members can come together and be able to talk about things and learn all about VR.
"I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday 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 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 woman who died when the EMTs 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 didnt 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. I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends im a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them. I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"
†You have been given a 10 by
NeckcutterOfYourDreams†
He cries when no one is looking
He dies when no one cares
He hides when times get hard
He lies to fell no pain
He is the one I love
But he will never see
For I am
She who opens her heart
She who cares
She who cries for him
She who has fallen
She who will die for him
Nevertheless, we will never see
