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How It Was - Part 2

Continuing the writings of experiences in the life of a young TS, in the years before the personal computer, internet, cellphones, camcorders, VCR, DVD, etc. etc. etc.

WARNING - There is a fist-fight at the bus stop. It really is not much of a fight and no one is injured but if you are very sensitive to physical violence, you might want to skip it. If you want to read up to that point, stop at "August 1968". Also, the words "queer" and "homo" are used, because they were the words used at that time.

How It Was - Part 1

There are so many really talented writers here on BCST, and I'm definitely not one of them. This is just something that has been rattling around in my brain for the last few days and if there really are Muses, mine has been bugging me to write this. I argued, "I'm a musician dammit, not a writer!" The Muse said, "Do it anyway". I came back with, "If I can't do something well, I'd rather not do it!" She countered with, "Don't be so friggin' arrogant. You'll never write like many of them at BCST, that's for sure, but do it anyway!" So then I said, "Yes Ma'am!"

First off, some will say, "you start out at 5 years old, how could a 5 year old write this?" Consider it a peek into the child's brain, not as something actually written by the 5 year old, k? Please? :) If anyone reads this and it doesn't bore them to tears, I'll post the rest of it.
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Tragedy of the Spirit Part 17 Jason

Tragedy of the Spirit Part 17 Jason

Jason and I spent a considerable ammount of time talking and ne thing I did was give him the background on my beginings and my journey.

Tragedy of the Spirit part 14 ..... School is in .

TRAGEDY OF THE SPIRIT PART 14 SCHOOL IS IN......

I am sure that everyone must remember there high school days, especially the first one. I know I will and let me tell you it was a nice one. Although I had so many emotions running through my head. Fear, being one of them. I also had alot of anxiety and stress upon which I was not expecting.

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Tragedy of the Spirit Part 13 summer and school.....hope perhaps?

TRAGEDY OF THE SPIRIT PART 13 SUMMER AND SCHOOL....HOPE PERHAPS?

The Summer started off for me quiet. I knew what needed to be done for any posibility of a future.

Future..my definition is at that time unknown and unobtainable. I now realize years later. it was very much obtainable.

Tragedy of the Spirit Part 12 Hope and Home......a new life perhaps?

Tragedy of the Spirit Part 12 Hope and Home....A new life perhaps?.
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At the midst of the gunshots I did not know where to go....... I ducked and covered up as best I could. All I saw were flashes and then sparks and then quiet.....

Tragedy of the Spirit part 8 b.... MY fears of being alone

Part 8 b: Tragedy of the spirit.

I slowly began to wonder if I had made the right choices. Was I bad person for leaving when I did? Did the choice to leave make any sense to me. Being 15 when I left and being on the road for over a year now I wondered?. Have those choices I made a lifetime ago it seems , make any sense?.

Tragedy of the Spirit part 7 Life goes on and changes occur

Life goes on and major changes occurr for me. The struggle to find my place begins.

After I was at my freind Jenifers residence we began to talk. I told her what had transpired over the last few months at home. I also mentioned to her my plan for my eventual escape and how I ended up on my cross country trek. Our conversation picked up a fair bit.

Tragedy of the Spirit part 5 Am I as crazy as they think.....

Tragedy of the Spirit part 5 Am I as crazy as they think.......

Caution, this chapter is dark, describes some cruel medical proceedures that may be offensive to some readers. This also describes in great detail the effects of those proceedures on a young person. Those effects were done to me. The scars still exist. Thank you for reading.

First of all I wish to give the reader a bit of further background. The area I grew up in was rural Canada, we lived on a 4 section farm. We planted wheat and barley. The farm had cattle as well as a few orses (one of which was mine). We also raised chickens and turkeys. I had one brother whom I was not very well liked by him. I was quiet, did my own thing. I look back at what happened over the first fifteen years of my life shaped my way of life.

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