I was born on Halloween as fate would have it, in 1980; and then the life I got dealt got in the way. After years of slogging through the muck, I managed to carve out a bit of peace. For that, I credit my children mostly, and my extended family (so much better than the one I was dropped into at birth).
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As a survivor of abuse afflicted with bipolar, I have a lot to deal with, so please cut me some slack. I am a dedicated recluse who challenges his collection of phobias as best he can. As a bisexual male in a polyamorous relationship, I am a rather opinionated person on the subject of civil rights. You may contend whether or not I would be this way without abuse in my past, but please respect my right to be who I am.
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I’m called a poet when I’m not being called things people shouldn’t say in front of the kids. Suffice to say, playground rules of ostracizing those who are different are alive and in common use these days. Some enjoy calling me a philosopher, but only because they like the fancy way I gripe. The portrait shown here by my friend known as Annehedonia on the internet, was done without her ever having seen my face. I never had the courage until years afterward to admit to her the truth about my extensive facial scars or the fact that I am blind in my left eye. To me, her portrait shows who I might have been, had abuse never touched my life.
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I don’t apologize for any content within this blog – if you found your way here, or you’ve already read some of the poetry, you probably know what’s what with me. Some of the poems are love and/or tribute poems to the people who know me the best and help me to heal. Occasionally, they may even have erotic themes, and were written for my past or present partners. Others are tributes to my “stepping stones”, people who inspire me to keep fighting to survive. Most of my poems are about abuse, either written recently looking back, or written during the abuse years. The poetry and my posts can be rough going sometimes, but I’m told it’s good therapy to share.
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It is helpful to hear any encouraging words by readers, so please do comment on the essays, poems, or sign the guestbook if you are so inspired. If you feel able to share what you can about abuse you may have suffered, you are welcome and encouraged to speak out. My bipolar and other medical issues at times hinder my ability to respond, but I will do so when I am able. Anyone in need of counseling or therapy or needing to tell of their abuse to a professional, I encourage you to do so. There is help out there for us. Some agencies that can help are listed on my page “Find Resources & Help”, located in the header on this blog.
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