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Well, I wasn't going to learn how to read or write from gangsters. 16-May-2024
Having reading and writing skills allowed me to relax when I started kindergarten. I spent my extra time eating paste and drawing pictures that disturbed my teacher. I would proudly show her my work and she always said the same thing. The art was good but the atmosphere was depressing. Couldn't I add a sun somewhere? I added the sun once and it looked more depressed than the scary atmosphere. Adding a sun didn't add any to my personal life. The teacher wouldn't let it go and involved Pazuzu. She attended and I had to translate. I basically had to repeat an insult to myself in two languages. Mother made it worst. She didn't understand what I/teacher was saying. The teacher showed her my paintings and she didn't understand. She didn't see anything unusual. Then something dawned on her that changed her mind. My son is embarrassing me and everyone is looking at me like I'm Pazuzu. She didn't quite understand the conversation but she agreed with the adults to watch me closely and get me some help. I'm sure I got smacked a few times walking home. "...and don't ever bring me to these people again! They never invited her.

At home her mind raced between screams and, bingo... she figured out the conversation. There was something gay about that picture, I know it! And they know it! And I need to do something about it.

She labeled my art faggoty and never moved on. She would dump the pictures I dedicated to her from school and yelled that I would never make money off art. She had me fail art school by not providing me the tools to get assignments properly done. As adults Pazuzu thought it amusing to boast about my cousins' artistic achievements. They were different, though. One made signs and tombstones while the other wasted his art in jail. Manly stuff. She never mentioned our dilemma with art. It was Pazuzu popping out to stop me from dreaming. 15-May-2024
They were called novelas and they were available in every grocery store and pharmacy. They didn't cost much and the ladies felt they were keeping their favorite celebrities in their handbag. The stores also had drawn comic books, little books and Betty and Veronica. As not to look like an awful mother she would always ask me if there was anything to add and I always chose a comic book. Even though her hate for art was overwhelming she bought me the comic. They were only a few cent and it would keep me out of her hair. I eventually graduated to books and became fascinated with little books. They were palm sized books that didn't take up much space and were the original tales of famous folklore. The Little Mermaid's original story was heartbreaking and befit. Pinocchio origins were even scarier. I felt I was reliving my predator experiences all over again. Everyone wanted to fuck the puppet. I'm not sure about Moby Dick but I learned a lot about bears. When I unpacked my first comic book it was an orgasm of brain activity. My aunt had already taught me how to read english and spanish, I just needed to practice it, memorize words and their meaning. Mother acquiesced more than I thought because she would junk them if they felt untouched. Fuck collecting classics and making money afterwards for this child. Dude, before this I was reading the cereal box. Swanson's frozen meals had a pop-up story to tell and I devoured it. 14-May-2024
Our mothers had the equivalent, which was a comic book based on their favorite soaps with real pictures instead of drawings to make it look grown-up. 14-May-2024
Comics! 09-May-2024
But, there is hope... 09-May-2024
They can take their children to the library but they won't. There is nothing for a mother to do at the library. They can't even pick up a man there. Most of them are squeaky and the others are dusty, none can pay the rent, fix things or fuck. 08-May-2024
Single non-working mothers don't have the space or the money to buy their children books. Besides, they collect dust and they're not reading to babies! Who has the time? 08-May-2024
CC is the worst. I spend all my time correcting them and half the time abandoning them because I'm misspelling now, too. Am I here to "rate" them or rape them? 07-May-2024
Thanks to elite comic book shaming, americans can't spell. 07-May-2024

Tags: Environment, Experience, Family, Mental Health, Mother, Neglect, Opinion, Politics, Treatment

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16-May-2024


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