Four years ago, I was sent to a pupil referral unit as a way for the system to look like they were doing something to help me rehabilitate back into a society that was beyond fucked. And that’s where I found my people. My brothers. Boys who were the same as me. Their backgrounds weren’t identical to mine. They’d lived in financially poorer families; some with one parent, others with none, as they bounced from one foster home to another. But none of them could boast that their father was the king of porn. Why would they want to? It wasn’t exactly a badge of honour you’d want to wear with pride.
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