NO SHIRT, NO SHOES, NO THERAPISTS

  I’m feeling particularly vulnerable these days.  I don’t know why.  I don’t ever know why, and that brings out the angry part of me.  I am taking R.A.D. classes, which are self-defense classes.  They are a series of four, and they have put me in situations where I have flashbacks or vague, foggy memories.  […]

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