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<div class="appy">ashton brooks</div>
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ashton gregory brooks<p>
ash, greg, brooks, brooky (don't ask)<p>
9 september, 1994<p>
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I've been told that I'm pretty fucked up. Maybe there was one point where I thought it was true. Hell, there's no "maybe" about it. At one point, I believed it was true. But you know what? I know better know. I know that I'm not the one that's fucked up - it's them. The ones that made fun of me, called me names. Sure, I didn't exactly have what one might consider a normal life - having two lesbians moms, rather than a mom and a dad who were straight? Not exactly in the norm. But when I was younger, I didn't know that.
I used to be so proud of the fact I had two moms. I would tell all my friends that my moms were amazing. Y'know, when I was, like, five and six. But one by one, my friends stopped talking to me. The other kids that weren't my friend, but were nice to me, suddenly started pokig fun at me. Calligraphy me names, saying I was a freak. Looking back on it, I don't doubt it one bit that these kids didn't believe that to begin with - they were just saying what their parents said about me. By the end of grade one, my parents had had enough of me coming home every day in tears, my older brother Addison getting into fights with the kids that had bullied me, and just the overall atmosphere of the community. So we moved. Grade two, I started at a completely new school, in Tatamagouche.
Everyone was quick to welcome me. I was welcomed into the classroom with open arms, and y'know what? It felt fucking great to be accepted. I was much less open about my parents, of course, because I didn't want Tata to be a repeat of of my old school (which was Princess Margaret Rose, in Truro, just so you know). But by the time January rolled around, it had become commonplace for someone in the class to hold a sleepover and invite everyone they could - which usually meant that there were two sleepovers at the same time. One for the boys, one for the girls. We were a small class, see, and there were only eleven of us boys. We were like a tight knit family, and I trusted the guys - what seven year old wouldn't trust his classmates? Everything was fine and dandy until it was my turn to hold the sleepover. When the guys found out I had two moms, it happened all over again. I was being hated because of something that was beyond my control.
So we moved back to Truro. This time, Addison and I went to Willow Street Elementary. I was even more careful about it, honestly. I didn't let anyone come to my house. But we still ended up moving, after a year (and two months, actually). Not because I was getting bullied again. No, we were hit by Hurricane Juan. I heard it was a category three hurricane, but I don't know if it's true. Regardless, our neighbors tree fell on our house, and our landlord wouldn't fix it.
Probably because my parents are gay. So we moved up onto Young Street, and I transferred to Douglas Street Elementary. That only lasted three months, don't even ask me why.
So we moved to Kemptown, and I finished the last five months of grade four by taking a bus into Bible Hill everyday to go to Bible Hill Central elementary. After that, I transferred with the other grade fours to Redcliff Middle school. That was an absolute hell. No one knew that I had two moms; Redcliff is just a terrible school. Then came Bible Hill Junior High in grade eight - and by the time grade ten rolled around, I was in CEC. With all of the people that ever made fun of me. Except the Tata kids. They had their own high school.
And now I'm in my final year at this dreaded thing they call high school. It's been a lot easier than elementary, because people are a lot more accepting now than they used to be. But some days are harder than others. Y'know what though? Everyone that has ever given me a hard time because I was raised by a couple of big ol' lesbos can go die in a fucking hole. I may he as straight as the next straight person, but there is nothing wrong with being gay. So grow the fuck up, eh? Oh! Almost forgot. I just got home, yeah? Went out to Alberta over the summer to spend some time with my grandparents, and I ended upstarting the school year there. Now I'm back though, so hopefully things will work out all right.
<div class="appy" >kasi - 17 - ast</div>
<div class="ramble">if you want to know more abouy me, see matthew bpulet's app. what i didn't mention there is that i play jv basketball, jv soccer, and varsity softball. for cec. yes. i go to cec. just like ashton. woooo~ i'm graduating in june, then i'll be heading off to either acadia university or mount saint vincent unviersity. i'm going to double major in math and english and get both as a bachelor of arts, then i'm going to get my bachelor of education and become a math and english teacher. last night was a basketball game and i got hit in the face with someone's forehead, so now i have an insanely swollen cheek and a black eye. it's awesome. also, windows will always beat mac, but iphones will always win over a blackberry.</div>
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