I'm 27. I have Cystic Fibrosis. I used to have Asthma, Chronic Bronchitis, COPD and Emphysema. Those are all lung diseases. As of March 2nd 2011, I became the recipient of two new lungs thanks to a double lung transplant. So far I haven't had any rejections which is good because those things can be NASTY. I also have Cerebral Palsy. Over the years I have collected quite a few wounds. Some people collect Hallmark cards, I collect scars. I am a testament of life's brutality. I have been covered in my own blood. I've come back from being on Death's doorstep more times then I care remember. I've had to learn to walk from scratch four different times. I've walked on broken bones...I've been through so much pain that it's disconnected me from the world.

All three of my eyes are open. Despite all the shit that has gone down and all the sickness I've had to endure I still fight. No, not because I am afraid to die, I'm just stubborn and pissed of that I haven't gotten my own life with independence. So now I have set out to prove that I'm worthy of receiving two new lungs that some one had to die for me to have. Now it's time to get back to work since when I was in the middle of making something of myself I died.

I'm single. My having Death as a mistress is a turn off girls, too many of them just the don't have time to understand. So many can't even look me in the eye. They feed me lies to try and make me feel better. I suppose it's because when they see me they see their own mortality and they don't want to face that. I've only dated one girl and she dumped me because I got my hair braided in cornrows. She went on to say that they only reason she dated me was because she felt so sorry for me. Needless to say I've been wary of relationships because how badly I got played. I'm not against them though despite being treated like a pity case.

I love poetry, I write my own it helps with all the Hell I go through day in and day out. I also love to work out. It helps with all my disabilities plus I get to work off the tons of sexual energy I have stored up. Yea, I work out a lot 2-3 hours a day. It helps me stay focused and helps me block out all the hatred and fear I come across daily.

I give love to all the sexy women on FUBAR. Their albums give me a chance to use my imagination when I comment them. No, I don't ask to NSFW I could care less that's not why I make friends with chicks on here. I'm an insomniac so don't freak if I comment a shit load of your pictures. I'm not a perv, and I'm not stalking you. Commenting gives me something to do.

I'm blunt and I give it straight to your face. If you want to know anything else just ask. If you read this whole thing thanks. Because I know that most people don't read these things. I'm REAL an I'm here for friends not drama.