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Edited on Fri Dec-03-04 02:36 AM by kgfnally
Some of you may know my story.
She found my porn, spread it out all over my bedroom floor like the accusation she meant it to be, and confronted me when I got home. Two hours later, I was homeless, on my bike, riding into town (3 miles) in the rain. I had to spend the night in the home of someone I knew through work, and the next day, I moved in with someone I hardly knew.
I didn't go to class for a week. I was crying constantly. This was due to (please, don't laugh or mock) being a *nearly perfect teenager in almost every respect* (please, read on for an explanation). I graduated with a 3.85 GPS and a 27 on my ACT (never took the SAT; I didn't need to). I also graduated with both NHS cords, and was 13th in my class overall.
I was also heavily involved in music. I was in choir, concer/marching/jazz band, performed in a musical staged by the music department each year, and was also involved with the Regional and State Honors Choir several times, the Michigan Youth Arts Festival (where I sat first chair oboe one year, making me one of the "best" three or four oboists in the state for that year). I wanted to be a high school music teacher. To the day of this writing, I've not had a brush with the law in which I was in the wrong.
Until all this happened. Until I was betrayed.
The following year (after she found out I was gay) I lost the apartment I had with a friend. I had replaced him (or rather, was planning to replace him after he moved out) with two other people, but one of them skipped town the day before the signing of the lease and I had to back out. This left me homeless again. My father came by, helped me pack my things... and then left me there with a smile and a wave.
I spent the next week sleeping under trees on campus and in friends' dorm rooms, sneaking showers and meals when nobody was looking. This while I was still working and going to class. I couldn't handle it, so I moved back home.
HUGE mistake. ENORMOUS mistake. My grades fell further. I was driving 63 miles round trip to work. I had dropped all classes but the essentials, and I wasn't doing so hot in those. Then, my grades came in, my parents saw them, and told me in no uncertain terms that they weren' They wouldn't even let me try... not with their money. Oh, no. That's for their retirement, not for lowly people like their own kids to use for their futures- and never mind them always, always telling me growing up that I could be anything I wanted to if I put my mind to it, that they would always back me in whatever I wanted to do.
By the way, with that precious money, my dad bought a truck; my mom bought a Lincoln. And so it goes....
I didn't put my mind to it- I put my heart and soul to it. I gave the proverbial "it" absolutely everything I had, without reservation: musical activities were all I did, all I ever felt comfortable doing- and I was damn good at it (I was composing at the age of fourteen- and how many kids do you know of who do that for fun??). I got kicked in my teeth for my trouble. I don't want anything at all to do with music anything any more. Going through that killed every last bit of desire and drive to perform that I ever had.
With all that said: I fully support the outing of duplicitous politicians who write legislation that goes against their little secret life. Fucking OUT them. Out them so hard, so brutally, and so completely that they and their families will never recover from the trauma.
I want to see these assholes' lives fall apart. I want to see their little Barbie-carbon-copy wife, their house with a white picket fence, their two-point-five-kids AND their dog named "Spot" burn.
Hey, it's because of duplicitous, lying, hypocritical pieces of trash like them that I got personally and emotionally destroyed. Gloves off, ok? I want to see these jerks AND THEIR FAMILIES suffer just as much as I have, for just as long as I have, if not longer.
I want them ruined just as much as I want to see my own mom ruined. Mind you: I'll not raise a finger to do anything like that to my own mom, but DAMMIT, actions are supposed to have consequences, and even after going through all I did (or, perhaps, because of it), I want to see this happen with, as one man once put it, the white-hot brilliance of a thousand suns.
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