If you wish to read Nikk's writings, go to his writing account: icarian_scribl 
Ongoing Novel can be found at his Novel account: icarian_wings

To all my American buddies; HAPPY THANKSGIVING.

Well, see you in a month (or less if I can help it) - it's time to NaNoWriMo!

The likelihood that I would become friends in the first place with a political viewpoint that strongly differs from mine is unlikely. The few friends I have with differing opinions I make sure not to mention politics to. And I don't see them often enough for it to matter.

Point I wanted to talk about:

I'm kind of known as the 'poster child' for the GSA at my school. I was in a video that the GSA made for all outgoing freshmen about sexual orientation and respect, and then bam, everyone knows who I am. So everyone knows I'm for gay rights. Hardly anyone realizes I'm for everyone's rights. I don't care if you say that gays shouldn't be allowed to marry legally, that women should receive lower pay than men do, that all Native Americans belong on reservations only, or that Muslims should all "go back to their country" (and the list goes on). No matter what you say, and what the law says to demean any living person who has done nothing personal to you/the law I will be against it. Anyone should be able to have life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

(However, if you are not a white landowning man it is unconstitutional for you to have those)

Today is 9/11.  To be honest I was never really connected to the attack on the twin towers. I remember my mother camping out in front of the TV for the few weeks following the attack. I remember my third grade teacher telling us what had happened. I remember trying not to cough during a moment of silence. I remember dramatic interpretive speeches telling the story from a Muslim point of view: from a child of a firefighter's point of view. And I just want to say that even though I don't remember, I remember.

This is so fucking incredible. There are just no words to describe it. I've watched it several times now, and I still get chills.

Hey, remember me? It's been a while hasn't it... Almost two months now. I just came back from Jewish Summer Camp (Wet Hot American Summer anyone?), and gods... It was probably the best experience of my life. I was in a service program called Avodah, where basically you do services for the camp, like setting up before each meal for more than 250 people. Service to the community: we raised over 11 thousand dollars for the fight on AIDS and then we walked in the San Fransisco AIDS walk. And the third part was service to ourselves.

I came to camp knowing one person really well. I came home with a family of 45 strong. I went to camp not knowing what to expect, and came home sobbing because I never want to leave.

You know what the best part about camp was? I was completely 100% open and honest about being transgender for the first time. Seriously, although I didn't exactly decide to until the words were out of my mouth, it was the BEST DECISION OF MY LIFE. Not only did I save 45 people from being completely ignorant about TGism, I had a good time and was myself while doing it.

But camp was absolutely incredible. I'm glad to be at home, I just wish I didn't have to leave camp to be here.

So tell me what's up, what y'all's been doing while I've been gone. Ect. Ect.  I did so much that I can't even begin to describe.  Maybe when I'm not trying to do five things at once, I'll tell you what's been going down on this end.

Love,
Nikk

There remains less than 36 hours until my departure to camp. Tomorrow will be a busy day and I am afraid that this is the last time I will get to use a computer. I wanted to say goodbye before I left.

I feel like I should say something eloquent here, but all I have is a meager goodbye. I'll be back on August 7th.

~Nikk

PS.  Sorry I haven't been around much.  My computer time has been seriously limited.

Let's just declare Ivri Lider god right now. Just the emotion in this originally awful song is fkla;fdkalnafda. Take a listen, and then go check out Ivri's other songs because he's just such an amazing singer....

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A WRITING JOURNAL, WTF?

Yeah, you heard me right.  A writing journal.  It's come to my attention that having two separate journals will be the easiest course of action for me.  As far as I can gather, most of you are more interested in reading the 'I AM TRANSGENDER: PITY MY SOUL' posts than the 'THIS IS MY WRITING: READ IT NAO' posts.  Either that, or it's just easier to comment on the TG/ personal posts.  It's difficult for me to friend writing communities on this journal because the writing communities are all active like woah and take up too much space on my friends page so that I can't find my actual friends.  So I'm separating things out so that the people who want to read the personal posts can friend this journal, the people who want to read my writing can friend that journal, and the people who like both can friend both.

Simple?  Yeah I thought so.

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 [Why does everyone in my comms insist on writing NC-17 fics today...?]

Anyway, I am making a short post to ask opinions on a possible name change.  The problem is that everyone at my highschool and his brother is named Nick.  (Nick Lee to be exact).  While my last name is not Lee, there is occasional confusion and an unwillingness to call me by my name because it's sounds like everyone else's.  

So I have come up with an alternative name that is close to Nikk without sounding so much like it.

Poll #1392220 So, for a name change, what would you suggest?
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 5

Which name do you prefer?

Errr... Yeah, I kind of just figured that posting this online (on dA) would be the easiest way for me to come out to my friends. Sadly, they'll probably understand it better this way.... Comiclife is a douche. That's why you can only see one of us at a time.... It won't let me resize my sketches to fit the panels. They have no faces because I'm too freaking lazy to draw them.

I don't remember pokemon all that well, since it's been a few years since I played the (emerald) game way back when one could have been considered lucky to have the Gameboy SP. Lolololololllll. Uhh... I think I skipped several steps (and therefore panels) before I "evolve". And I know it's not possible to skip learning attacks in the actual game, but for the sake of the comic I can.

( Now, enough with this dorkish rambling and on to the shitty comicky- thing! )

 Short fictional prose piece to get away from my novel for a bit.  (I really ought to get to it).  I don't know if I'm happy with it or not though.  You decide.

 

 

Or at least read this.

I don't know if anyone's seen the news, but recently 11-year-old Carl Walker-Hoover committed suicide after enduring eight months of constant bullying based on his perceived sexual orientation. He would have turned twelve tomorrow, on the Day of Silence, if he were alive.

Last year, openly gay 15-year-old Lawrence King was shot and killed for asking another boy to be his valentine.

Two of the top three reasons kids are bullied at school are actual or perceived sexual orientation and gender expression. Almost 9 out of 10 LGBT youth reported being verbally harassed at school because of their sexual orientation, half reported being physically harassed, and about a quarter reported being physically assaulted.

Most of the time, harassment goes unreported. 2/3rds of students who were bullied did not report it to their school. The most common reason? They didn't think their school would do anything about it. Of the few people who reported being bullied nearly 1/3rd said that their school staff did nothing about it.

What does this have to do with Day of Silence? Everything.

The Day of Silence is one day in the school year when thousands of students take a pledge to be silent throughout the school day to draw attention to LGBT bullying in schools so that school officials can do something about it. The silence represents the silencing effect of bullying of LGBT students.

It's not like it'll kill you to participate. Just tell your teachers beforehand - send them an email, talk to them after class today; just let them know that you won't be talking. If they don't support the silence, or if they need you to speak, then don't fuss about it and use your voice only when you have to.

For more information about the Day of Silence, go to http://www.dayofsilence.org/, and also register so that the statistics look more impressive.

GET THE WORD OUT. REPOST OR WRITE YOUR OWN NOTE/ JOURNAL/ WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANNA CALL IT.

Title: Only Ink
Fandom/ Pairing: D. Gray Man - TykiLavi
Rating/ Genre: PG/ Angst
Disclaimer: Sadly, belongs to NOT me.
WordCount: 223
Author's Note: Well, decided to write some fanfiction - quite the rare occurance indeed. I've been on a D. Gray Man spazz lately (I even broke down at kon and bought a shiny exorcist's badge. It's SHINY and it makes me happy.) This is for my friend, werewolfdoggie, who is a TykiLavi fan (Personally I prefer TykiAllen and KandaLavi, but that's just me).... I'm not so sure it makes sense, but it's supposed to be a third person narrative from Lavi's point of view for Episode 90 - Black Carnival (At least I'm pretty sure that's the one). Enjoy! Obviously contains spoilers if you're not up to episode 90.

 

( That is a lie. )

 

Ah, how I love April and the cleansing spring rains and poetry it brings. Anyway, I'm back with a brand new poem. It's organized a song might be, but it's in no way supposed to be sung, which is the way I wanted it to be. It's about someone in my life (or rather, not in my life) right now. Some of it might not make sense because this is unique to us.

I hope she reads this someday.

Anyway, enjoy.

 

( Where was your piano when I found my forte? )

 

 Poetry stress piece before I'm off to work on an essay about Hindu eschatology (end of the world belief) and think up some questions for an interview I have to do at a unitarian universalist church tomorrow.  Anyway, more poetry for April!  It's a repetition piece, please enjoy.

 

 

More about King Pawn lataz, so I'm not including a counter bar.

 Soooo April is Poetry month, and in honor of it I just dashed out a poem.  It was more of a stress reliever piece than anything, but right now I'm too exhausted to care.  *Kicks yoga.... multiple times* (Just FYI: IF WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO TOUCH OUR FEET TO OUR HEADS, WE WOULD. - And fuckit, we're not even to that stage of the pose yet). Anyway, rerailing myself here, as opposed to the derailing that just happened, here's the poem.  I wanted to try a different style, and it's not really, but the structure itself is almost like a palindrome which makes it cool because palindromes are cool.

 

( Fight For You )