There are several old, personal events that I’ve been rotating in my head for a very long time. I’m finally writing about them because I’ve just had the staggering realization that they all form one singular story. In some cases I’d never made the connection; in other cases I just plain forgot that things which happened within hours of each other were related.
This isn’t pleasant to write, and it won’t be pleasant to read. But I need it out of me.
I might have some of the details wrong, since I’m piecing together fragments from decades ago. This is a story, not a documentary. It’s about me, no one else.
content warning: underage sex; the active pursuit thereof by adults; bestiality mention.