Tuesday, 29 September 2026
2041
"My mother was a prostitute addicted to heroin in downtown Victoria. She said my father was likely one of her regular clients, but could not or would not identify him. Mom contracted AIDS, and when she passed away family services stepped in. We actually had a decent apartment. One of her regulars, possibly my father, was a man of means and made sure we were okay. In fact, the interest he took in our wellbeing really suggests that he is my natural father, though I never saw him. Mom was always very careful to keep me separate from her work. School was a challenge because word got out that Mom was a hooker and dying from AIDS, and all this came out from a documentary on sex workers and AIDS she had participated in. There was no mercy and they had to take me out of the school for my own safety. Family Services had me in a few emergency overnights before Kim stepped in and became my foster mom. She was, and still is Catholic by the way, and soon I was attending church with her and her son Tim...
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