Mom was never into coloring the truth.
"Well Jim isn't actually Ben's father. He had low sperm count, so Patty had to get artificially insemenated. You know what that is?"
"well, she got sperm from a donor, like when I donate blood? Well, DO NOT TELL BEN, he's too little to know. Don't tell him."
me: why not?
"because he's too little to know that his real father was some anonymous guy who jerk-- masturbated into a Dixie Cup."
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I brought home a new Scritti Politti record. Transfixed by Green, the cute scrawny English guy in the picture, I gazed lovingly it every time I played it. One day, mom looked over my shoulder.
"He is SO gay. look at him. He's totally gay. Do you know what that means? He likes to have sex with men instead of women."
"How can you tell?"
"sometimes, it's just OBVIOUS. Look at him."
Alas, another pre-adolescent dream shattered.
Ripshit Heart
Saturday, August 14, 2004
Random crap I remember from childhood and decided to document for who knows what reason.
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