Wisps Posts Tagged as 'Myself'
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The boy who defined my sex was a Jehovah's Witness and my cousin. I was his sex obedient from age 8 to 18 (when he bored of me.) He took my sex while I was asleep as I woke to a dry and cold orgasm.
I gave him a hickey the night before he wed his first 12 year old bride. When I came out to him at 16 he used the moment to remind me that I should never mention having sex with him and his brother (they were straight) and that he had a penchant for children. It was a chilling moment. Five wives under the age of 13, countless children, countless cover-ups from the family and the church and innumerate weddings that my cousins and I forced smiles for. I was a Jehovah's Witness too but I quit because they couldn't cohesively answer "why I couldn't celebrate my birthday."
The monster tired of his wives at the age of 18. The family joke was that they woke up. The reality was that he violently possessed them. He gained sympathy and property of his children and was regarded as a great father because the children seemed overly physically attached to him. He carried them around like monkeys. He was the only one allowed to touch them. The family celebrated every child marriage and birth like it was holy. He was a beloved violent boxer.
When I told my mother, she was flabbergasted. All boys do that. I snitched on the family. Bullshit! Get over it! Family first! Do not discuss this with your sister (the saint?)
My cousin was a teen heartthrob. The mothers gushed, the women flirted and the girls were overcome. He was a Puerto Rican with blue eyes, freckles and red hair that cascaded in the wind. What I saw was the guy from Mad Magazine with a diabolical edge. Women are funny. 06-Feb-2019
I was an artist for 17 years. My art was regarded and recompensed with awards and scholarships. My mother thought that art was for faggots and adjoined with my sister to bully it out of me. My mother hated the idea so much she would have fucked Bill Maher just to annoy me.
When I was seventeen I made an anniversary painting for my 52 year old lover/daddy. He couldn't fake being impressed. I tossed the picture out and never drew again. I felt my mother and sister were right because they never kept evidence for me to dispute.
I could have been great or shit. I have no idea. 05-Feb-2019
I always knew I'd end up observing the world through a window. I am a champion surviving inhumane transitions, putting a smile on it and bursting into a bubble. It's because I survived that I don't want it to touch me because it lost that right when it consistently harmed me. 08-Apr-2018
We spend all of our lives talking to ourselves. Sometimes I wish there were a switch. (The photo is the reality of what happens if we were to shut it off.) 29-Mar-2018
I may post angry but I don't live it. 14-Mar-2018