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Larry Bassett
is 9% done
Bottom line, baby: they won't do it! Too high a risk, they said. I'm all a mess inside. God, like I needed some fool in a white coat to tell me that. So here's my choices. I can come back, like I am. Keep taking the hormones. Even get psychotherapy if I want it. Above the table. That's one thing they gave me, I'm official now, the diagnosis is on paper. Pre–op transsexual. MAJOR SUBTEXT OF THE SERIES
— Sep 14, 2022 11:59AM
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Larry Bassett
is 91% done
I chased dead trails. Followed a rumor about a safe house for pedophile priests. Where they take them for therapy until the heat's off And put them right back in another parish, never saying a word to the congregation. If there's a devil, he's laughing at this new way to recycle garbage. And if there's a God, somebody should sue him for malpractice.
— Sep 15, 2022 09:48AM
Larry Bassett
is 33% done
I'd like to own a trotter someday. They don't cost that much, and I've scored heavy enough to pull it off more than once. But you can't own a horse if you've got a felony record, so that lets me out. I could open a day–care center, though.
— Sep 14, 2022 03:09PM
Larry Bassett
is 22% done
There's others like me. Children of the Secret. Raised by so many different humans. Those who ignored us, those who tortured us. No place to run, so survival becomes all. For us, a religion. Nourished on lies so that we alone know the truth. An army of us. You can't see us, but we find each other. Like a special breed of damaged dog, responding only to the silent whistle.
— Sep 14, 2022 01:42PM
Larry Bassett
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I'd like to own a trotter someday. They don't cost that much, and I've scored heavy enough to pull it off more than once. But you can't own a horse if you've got a felony record, so that let's me out. I could open a day care center, though.
— Aug 11, 2012 12:09PM
Larry Bassett
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Carpet runner on corridor floor as thin as a stockbroker's ethics. The walls were beige filth, the doors the color of starving roses. Numbers scrawled on their faces with black grease pencil. Murky light fell in spotty pools, most of the overhead fixtures wrecked - pre-mugging preparation.
— Aug 10, 2012 08:20PM
