Every time I tell this story it just makes me sick. I have done nothing wrong and yet I can not get any justice.

See in 1986 I was sent to live with my father in TN because my mom was an alcoholic and I just didn't handle it well. Not long after moving in with my father we had a terrible disagreement and I found my self in a residential treatment facility.

My father stopped visiting a few months after dropping me off at this facility and not long after that I ran away in an attempt to get back to my mom and brother in Indiana.

well
i'm stil alone
dont know what do to
need to go to the fertility doctor to tell me how the sperm bank thing works
i guess i'll pay for it, get it, and use a tampon.
it will hurt.
o god.
im soooo sensitive.
i want to kidnap a baby.
its much easyer.
it will be overpriced.
anyhow.
sometimes when i'm seek i think of love.
but then i remember that people are evil.
good hearted, rich, hard working, furtile, good cooking tomboys dont realy exist.
and if they do, they are merried to eachother.
tired.

Gail Shister delivers an inspiring review of Mountain Meadow - one of the country's few camps for children in GLBT families.

Gail writes, "At this unusual overnight camp, in South Jersey, no one asks youngsters who their real parents are or why their family's not normal. And that makes all the difference."

We finally made it to Virginia to visit cousin Tony. The boys went for a swim in the pool soon after we got here, and I tried to rest for awhile. The pool looked fun and and probably would have been more relaxing than my attempted nap.

We had a very long day and an absolutely awful drive down here. The trouble started at 7am when we intended to get on the road. My car was on the street where it had been parked for a couple days (I walk to work). As I approached the car I noticed the key remote was not working, so I just did it the old fashioned way and manually unlocked the door.

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