what my father did to me (sorry if it's too confessional and not ironic)

okay, i don't want to post this. I am not exhibitionist. However, if i dont tell you dear reader - no one will know what happened.


It began when i was four. Alan Jenks, who is otherwise a wonderful (yet compromised) person, molested me. I've been making peace or failing to make peace with it since then.  anyone who reads my books can see this.
I am so very very sorry. I refuse to let the deathwish he instilled in me, that my father created, I refuse to let that run the show. thank god for good mothers. thank god for a good life. thank god for all that is SEEN AND UNSEEN. at least god knows and doesn't judge.
did you know this? my friends? did you know what he did? the cruel and harsh penalty of an ill man. that's all. please pray for him for he will need it. he needs it now.

i will not close my mouth and continue the cycle of silence.


sometimes i wonder openly why i have to be alive. this bare fact remains: to tell the truth and be radically honest for me and for others. I refuse to lie.  i won't lie down for him. i've done enough of that. if you ever were harmed by Alan Jenks you tell me please.

all love...allpower.....ywh forgive me

 proverbs 31