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| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: #EDEDED; border: #A39480 4px solid; opacity: .75;] VARI ZIPPORAH DULARAM [style=width: 200px; height: 250px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/8GuJ59G.png); margin-left: 5px; border: #000000 2px solid; border-radius: 5px;] [/style][style=width: 225px; height: 250px; margin-right: 5px;][style=width: font-family: palatino linotype; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; color: #000000; background-color: #A39480; text-transform: uppercase; border-radius: 5px; padding: 5px; margin-top: 4px;]vari's just fine APRIL 3RD EIGHTEEN FEMALE & HETEROSEXUAL MEMBER GROUP HERE HANNAH PIXIE SNOWDON [/style]SPOOKY • QUITE A WHILE • ANOTHER SITE I THINK [style=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #49425D; padding: 5px; text-align: justify;]
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››› She is small, feeble, and the perfect target for foul things to taint the purity that is a loving childhood. Her hair falls elegantly to her diminutive ribcage, the dark locks braided meticulously by her father, and her large brown eyes blink curiously as she takes in her surroundings. It’s her fifth day of kindergarten and she’s yet to make a single friend; she wonders if she isn’t trying hard enough and why some of the other children are reluctant to approach her. She has been called pretty, precious, exquisite, and talented for a total of five years now (though she doesn’t fully understand the definition of half those words) and she likes to think that her parents haven’t lied to her about such things. There isn’t anything wrong with her, so it can’t be her fault, right? Kindergarten is suppose to be fun; it’s suppose to be worth waking up early for. It isn't suppose to be a daily thing she dreads...
It’s nearly lunchtime and her teacher has asked for everybody to draw a picture representing what they love most about autumn. She’s a little shocked when a gangly boy asks to use her green crayon (though she did possess the most impressive collection of crayons, markers, and colored pencils, though that’s irrelevant at the moment), but she easily hands the item over after making the boy promise to do her a favor in return sometime soon. She can’t help but smile as they work on their art together quietly, that is until the boy’s curiosity gets the better of him. Abruptly, she stops coloring.
"how come you got two daddies?"
"how come you don't?"
She turns slowly to face the boy more directly, her doe-eyed stare rather unnerving (or creepy even, for someone so young) as she waits for her classmate to reply. Her answer to his question seemingly stumps the blunt male, causing his eyebrows to furrow and his tiny lips to purse while picking his brain for any kind of answer. She doesn’t stop staring at him, nor does she blink; she remains patient and still like a porcelain doll and she discovers her love for frustrating others. She involuntarily giggles after seeing him glare down at his drawing again, clearly in defeat with a small shrug of his bantam shoulders. His next words are barely audible.
"dunno. guess i just thought you'd have a mommy instead."
"i have one of those, too."
"you do? why isn't she married to your dad then?"
"cause silly, my daddies wanna get married."
"my grandpa says that's an e...ebom-enation."
"what's that mean?"
"dunno. i think it means really bad or something."
"i don't think i like your grandpa."
She adjusts in her seat and starts to color again, eventually looking up as the teacher dismisses them for lunch. Neatly putting away all of her crayons, she’s the last to line up along the wall and in front of her is the curious boy. As they make their way quietly through the school, she quietly reminds him that he still owes her a favor and without hesitating, she grabs a hold of his hand very tightly. She expresses that the debt will be paid if they can keep their hands like this for the rest of the day and thoughtlessly, the boy agrees.
"sorry 'bout earlier. don't think my grampa would like you either."
"i know. nobody really does, you know?"
"well i like you."
"okay."
[/color][/center]It’s nearly lunchtime and her teacher has asked for everybody to draw a picture representing what they love most about autumn. She’s a little shocked when a gangly boy asks to use her green crayon (though she did possess the most impressive collection of crayons, markers, and colored pencils, though that’s irrelevant at the moment), but she easily hands the item over after making the boy promise to do her a favor in return sometime soon. She can’t help but smile as they work on their art together quietly, that is until the boy’s curiosity gets the better of him. Abruptly, she stops coloring.
"how come you got two daddies?"
"how come you don't?"
She turns slowly to face the boy more directly, her doe-eyed stare rather unnerving (or creepy even, for someone so young) as she waits for her classmate to reply. Her answer to his question seemingly stumps the blunt male, causing his eyebrows to furrow and his tiny lips to purse while picking his brain for any kind of answer. She doesn’t stop staring at him, nor does she blink; she remains patient and still like a porcelain doll and she discovers her love for frustrating others. She involuntarily giggles after seeing him glare down at his drawing again, clearly in defeat with a small shrug of his bantam shoulders. His next words are barely audible.
"dunno. guess i just thought you'd have a mommy instead."
"i have one of those, too."
"you do? why isn't she married to your dad then?"
"cause silly, my daddies wanna get married."
"my grandpa says that's an e...ebom-enation."
"what's that mean?"
"dunno. i think it means really bad or something."
"i don't think i like your grandpa."
She adjusts in her seat and starts to color again, eventually looking up as the teacher dismisses them for lunch. Neatly putting away all of her crayons, she’s the last to line up along the wall and in front of her is the curious boy. As they make their way quietly through the school, she quietly reminds him that he still owes her a favor and without hesitating, she grabs a hold of his hand very tightly. She expresses that the debt will be paid if they can keep their hands like this for the rest of the day and thoughtlessly, the boy agrees.
"sorry 'bout earlier. don't think my grampa would like you either."
"i know. nobody really does, you know?"
"well i like you."
"okay."
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the apple doesn't fall far from the tree; the parents.
››› "Acceptance isn’t a necessity; it’s a crutch for the beautifully weak – it has taken me an excruciatingly long time to fully understand the depth behind such wisdom, but now as I sit here and converse, it’s all so amusingly clear. All throughout your life, you battle struggles; whether it be poverty, sexuality, ethnicity, or even difficulty within your own household, so it is only typically natural for acceptance to be very high in demand. Things in this world take joy in pulverizing us to dust and at times, the approval or support of another are the only things that can make us rise to our feet again, you see? It is not wrong to yearn for a life where society will welcome you with open arms. It is not preposterous to want your parents or siblings to smile at your life choices in utter respect, instead of something as harmful as disgust. It is not out of the question to desire love above all else, and if you were taught anything different, I pity you more than you'll ever know.
I was raised among a rather strict culture, one where my lifestyles were severely frowned upon, and for a time…that devoured my insides like a ravenous pack of wolves. I was caged from day one, bred to be the perfect young woman any man would be honored to call his wife, and I couldn’t bring myself to endure another second of it the year I turned eighteen. College was my escape and although back then I wasn’t enthusiastic about learning, I knew that I’d never get another opportunity to avoid the fate my parents tagged me with at birth and I ran as far as my feet would metaphorically carry me. That’s when I met Archie – after settling into the United States – and that’s precisely when my life began, as far as I’m concerned.
The first thing he ever told me, was that I had a voice like lit dynamite: full of sparks and gradually leading its viewers to a powerful explosion by the time I get around to vocalizing my opinion. It was endearing, the way he adored me, and I couldn’t keep myself from growing attached to the man. His love for history and artifacts entertained me whenever we’d talk for hours and in a way, you could say that I fell in love with the clumsy male also working to get a college degree. He was my best friend before the holidays and has remained that figure in my life ever since. That’s why I didn’t hesitate to say yes, when he came to me with a considerably shocking request.
Archie fought desperately with self-doubt and insecurity, but when he met Marcus, his fear of everyone hating him for his sexuality melted away the very first time he witnessed his partner smile. It was one of the most breath-taking things I’ve witnessed (and I’ve seen quite a lot of extraordinary sights), because it was truly love at first sight. The day he came out to the world, I felt a warmth in my heart that was so much like a serenity it felt surreal, and I will never be able to express the amount of respect I hold for Marcus’ ability to soothe Archie’s troubled mind. We were the three musketeers after that, making it through college and other hard times; but three soon added to four a few years after we graduated. Archie and Marcus asked me to be a surrogate mother for them and out of utter happiness, I recall shrieking yes until my lungs required more oxygen.
His love for Marcus is absolutely unconditional, just as his love for the daughter we conceived is, and I will continue to speak his name with a sense of pride until the day death takes me for his own. My daughter is exquisite because of how he raised her, how his partner raised her, and that’s something we all should envy a little." --- sonia dularam, mother, successful journalist and activist.
››› "She’s always been…a little bit odd, to be fully truthful with you, and that really terrified me when she was a child. I was never ashamed of my daughter mind you, but her lack of friends and preference to avoid sociability wasn’t very healthy for an impressively clever little girl. She was more fascinated with designs and drawings than anything, never wanting to participate with the other kids who chose not to give her the time of day. She never lacked confidence though and I prayed every night that someday, she would learn how to function more accordingly with the rest of society. I spent most of my own childhood hiding and tip-toeing my way through school like a chameleon unfortunately, not to mention it took me years to even consider being myself one hundred percent. I was always scared that Vari inherited too many of my negative genes and not enough of her mother’s flawless ones. I wouldn’t have been able to forgive myself, if she grew up hating everything about herself that obviously deserved to be adored by the world." --- archie valentine, father, historian.
how come you got two daddies? (first person answer)
Oh god, I was asked that question a lot I think, but I could never understand why it was necessary for someone to ask. You don’t see people running around pestering people about why they have a mother and a father, so just because I had a male in my life playing the motherly role, it made blunt and judgmental curiosity okay? I dunno. It just got to me is all, back when I was still doing my best to grow up. The world’s definitely more accepting nowadays, but I know my dad’s still have issues with the people who haven’t welcomed them fully at the church. It breaks my heart that we’re (as in people like me and other intelligent people who support gay rights) still fighting for the equality that should’ve been here all along. I found that by being just as blunt and offensive back, people are less likely to shove their intolerable opinions down your throat. I think that the more normal you make same-sex rights seem, society may stop thinking that there's a huge (and sinful) difference between heterosexual and homosexual.
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- some personality
- where they are from
- if they are in brentwood, their grade
- if they are a teacher or professor, their education and what they teach
- if they are a ucla student what they are majoring in and their year
- if they are a local, what they do for work
- a bit of their family history, including family members
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