View source for Holes/Session 42
A fragment of the Garden of Remembering
You do not have permission to edit this page, for the following reason:
You can view and copy the source of this page.
Template used on this page:
Return to Holes/Session 42.
You do not have permission to edit this page, for the following reason:
The action you have requested is limited to users in the group: Users.
You can view and copy the source of this page.
Template used on this page:
Return to Holes/Session 42.
I lost a cousin like this, was a gay teen in Texas. His mom isolated him from the rest of us to the point that, when he slipped away from us entirely, it hardly made a ripple. Nobody in the entire extended family ever talks about him. His mom turned all over demands for perfection on her younger children and acts like he never existed. I met him once, but nobody has said his name in years and now I can't remember it anymore.