That abortion when I was 13 was writhing through my gut inside the wart-mole being down all these years since I was 16. Because they wouldn’t let me go there.
I never experienced turning 18 and becoming a legal adult because of the incident when I was 17 that queered me with my family and with myself for life. That is where all of this started. On this 10th Day of Christmas this year I am pulling my head out of the sand after 45 years of errant holiday seasons.
so much is coming out in the wash this continuing holiday season, a season of miracles!
nccotus 
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