*** Scottie’s personal note here. From the youngest age I was called queer and this was in the 1960s. The first memory of being called that which I had no clue as to what it meant was when I was being held down and punched by my five-year-older hellspawn sibling who was telling me I was “queer”. I was only 3 or 4 at the time and was being trafficked to the man across the street along with her siblings boy friends / and taken to parties where I was drugged so I wouldn’t remember. Also at the same time along with her and her sister on cold nights when I begged for a warm place to sleep in their bed rather than the cold blanketless mat in the hallway that was my bed. I would have to “make them happy” for the privilege of a warm place to sleep in the Vermont winters. So when she called me that I asked what that was. She replied it was letting boys put their dicks in me and me sucking their dicks. I then said, but that is what I am told to do and I was very confused. This niceness of being punched and insulted lasted only a short while as the most understanding of my abusive hellspawn siblings who then became like the rest. She then became like the rest. She gloried over tiny me and the things I was made to do. She took my toys and gifts as the rest did. She later said I did not understand what it was like to live with her siblings who were also abusing me and farming me out. I asked her if she understood how hard it was for me to live among them during that time. She had no answer, because like in my childhood it was all about her. Hugs***
“It’s finally sweater-carrying weather.”
“Wow! New Yorkers really like out-of-towners!”
“Try to reduce your stress level, and if you somehow succeed please let me know how in God’s name you did it.”
“It’s like the sun comes out and you forget all about the impending doom!”
“After this, things are going to calm down for a little while, right?”
“Frankly, he’s so loud I think he must be compensating for something.”
We in the United States are living through what is arguably the biggest financial scam in America’s history. Led by the Reality TV New York City mobster thug occupying the White House.
Do you think Donald J. Trump gives a flyin’ fuck about “American heroes” or the like?
If Donald J. Trump and his sycophant billionaire buddies could make money off it, he’d create a “Garden of Jeffrey Epstein’s Underage Girls.”
“I love this time of the year—you know, when you make sense of all our spending.”
“Oh, wow! A bottle of gasoline!”
“They’re looking for ten thousand passengers who are willing to give up their seats.”
“We could drive to spring break and spend hundreds on gas, or fly and never actually get there.”
“Will you be using my story as a foil to reveal one of the doctor’s flaws, or is this a regular E.R.?”
“Looks like they’re rolling out the new food pyramid.”
“I understand there’s a problem you need made a million times worse?”
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