The two of us were on our to our friend Craig's 25th birthday party, afancy dress one to be precise. Neither of us were particularly closefriends of C...aig but he was one of those guys that everybody knew andeverybody liked. He had hired a huge function room that would hold 250people and you could guarantee that it would be filled. You couldn't beatone of Craig's parties and this one promised to be up there with the bestof them.Richie and I looked awesome in our Ghostbuster costumes, even if. What this means, she still visits friendsin the city she is from and still participates in making bothcommunities better. However, she also realizes that the games, tricks,and hidden abuse that pushed her to have thoughts of suicide showed thatshe is not made of iron, she is human. However, the high suicide rate ofbi and transgender people in areas is due to these games, even in theMilwaukee-Chicago corridor.The main reason is that resources to help are scattered. For example, inMilwaukee,. The naked youth was marched to a heavy wooden chair that had been nailed to the floor in front of the room's curtained picture window."Sit down, boy," Grand Dad ordered.Billy protested as he sat his bare bottom on the rough wood, but didn't resist as his ankles were tied to the front chair legs and his wrists were tied to the rear."There you go, birthday boy," Grand Dad taunted as he pulled a black eyeless hood over Billy's head, "you just hang out while we get everything ready for your party.". It was by accident, I heard those words passing by her on my way to the market, she was talking to my mom; he’s such a nice boy..i just hope he doesn’t get taken by one of those possessive women.Damn that hurt, even I knew I was nice, but the label spoken out of the words of my beautiful aunt was hurting me, I fell apart then and there.Got home, went into my room and fell into a bad mood, felt like listening to some grunge and then blow my brains out. I was 21 my aunt was 38, women were a.