Sometimes as a humorist, you have to delve into very serious stuff. This essay was like that. It was hard to write and contained things that were very hard to admit to. But it is a good piece written about someone who was very important to me. And it makes me both laugh and cry to remember him.
I believe that I have mentioned before the fact that I was sexually assaulted as a ten-year-old child. It is not a fact I was able to talk about publicly until the perpetrator died. I have since forgiven him, and hopefully his family will always remain uninformed about the incident, for their sake more than mine. And it is not a fact that did not have consequences. I may have mentioned before that I did not get married until I was thirty-eight because of the discomfort the fact gave me in my acceptance of myself as a sexual being. I was resigned to the idea that I would never be married or have children because of that fact. The Paffooney I am using to illustrate this post is entitled “Long Ago It Might Have Been”. I drew it after saying goodbye to girlfriend number two, a blond teacher-lady with a…
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