There was a time, before most of you knew me, when I was poor. I literally had NOTHING in the fridge, and I survived on the one free meal my employer provided. I didnt have a working stove, AC was terrible, and my furniture was all secondhand. I wore my hair long, wrote poetry, and at 62, weighed about 120 pounds. The gay community wanted nothing to do with me. Things were rough. A gang came into my house, and broke my nose and teeth. I was 17, and living on my own. I was lost and alone. Look at where I am today. ANYTHING is possible.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Apr 2014 08:46:42 +0000
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