I did. It worked. I churned out what my drunken self considered Shakespeare. The next morning, well, afternoon, my hung-over self recognized it as Muc... Ado about Nothing, Act III. No more booze. Mom saw what I was going through. Hell, she had seen it coming years ago. I had no talent. No gift. Just desire. Desire doesn’t pay the bills. Once, after another day of writing attempts, she called me into the living room to take a break from my blank pages. She was spread out on the couch in her green. She had been raised in a household where her father and brothers put down and even despised "faggots," and she had been socialized to hold those cultural views at a deep ingrained level. "Suck it. Oh you little cock slut. Suck it. That's right. He likes it. Look at how hard his cock is just from you sucking, lick his balls sissy. Oh you love it, don't you?"When I didn't reply, "Answer me!" Yes." I knew it all along. You're pathetic." Mmmmmmmmmm." Why I got off on being called pathetic I didn't. More

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