What turned me around was that my sister slapped me in the side of the head and said that I had two choices on the table And those choices were to either straighten my life out or die, but do one of them well.
We stole a car one night because we were going to have some fun. Everyone was drugged up and drinkin’, and I ended up going to jail for a period of time.
I seemed to be the unfortunate one that always seemed to get caught It seemed like a good idea at the time.
I was on the street and it wasn’t until I was about 23 or 24 that I realized that this was not what I wanted to do.
That’s what you did with children back then – you took them away from their family situation
I ended up over in Whitby Jail a couple of times. I guess I was a little bit rebellious, and to this day I still don’t like authority.
My grandmother used to tell me that someone was going to kill me before I was 18.
This man who I always thought was my biological father was not, and this other man that I knew because he was sort of a friend of the family - this was my real father.
I suspect it had to have been a clandestine affair because the man was Japanese.
I wasn’t completely surprised. I always thought my mother was so good looking that maybe she was having affairs… I think she was a woman of many secrets.
She told me my dad was someone she know briefly and wasn’t white. He was a man with black skin, but he was fair for a black man. It blew me away.
She told me that my alcoholic father was not my father. The man that was my father was a black man, and he had left her with two babies...
That explains my darker skin. My biological father – he was an Indian.
With his eyes already wandering towards other women, I couldn’t cope with the idea of him looking at every man that came along as well.
Every time we tried to make love, every time I tried to make him want me, everything failed miserably. It was just shitty.
It’s more embarrassing saying your marriage broke up because your wife’s a lesbian that if she left you for another guy.
I had no hint. She seemed happy with me, our sex life seemed reasonable. Not just reasonable, it was quite exciting. We were quite young.
I think I could almost accept her being with another man more.
I was having a hard time dealing with the fact that I wasn’t man enough to keep my woman happy – that she went to another woman.
Some women get turned on by priests, or other men they can’t have. Maybe that’s why I thought I was so in love with him. No I was in love with him.
It was bitter. He hadn’t come out with anyone, and when our marriage broke up, I retaliated by telling his family and anybody else who would listen. I outed him and hurt him in the process.