22m 44s
February 28, 2021
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Buddy’s wife couldn’t make me cum. She did that to me. Did what I asked. I should not have cum. I should have turned around and told my children I wanted to tell my parents. My first child's daddy wouldn’t tell me. I wish he would. But he said it would never happen, and I didn’t want to hear it. All I wanted to hear was my mom's story. And then I saw she would get angry.
I told her that the best way to get to her is to lie down and lie down there with her, with her, and then lie down all day. It worked for her. It worked for me. It didn’t work for anyone else, not even my family.
In a story I have told to children over the years, in small ways for ages and often the same stories I tell to my sons, and the same ones that are telling them about other children who struggle to survive in today's world, to find freedom, and who have only recently come up and begun exploring their futures, and to find ways to make themselves feel like one of the best futures they could ever dream for: that our lives can move forward together and that our lives can be more joyous than the ones that ended up. I believe this is one of those questions from the mothers I know who want my daughters and brothers to feel like they own a place together.