The reason I am grateful and mystified that anyone reads my blog is, had I not gone down this path, I would never have thought an x-streetwalker would have anything to say that would enlighten me. I would have dismissed such a person so quickly I wouldn’t have noticed I was doing it. I would have remained completely judgmental and unsympathetic bc I would not have had the need to extend understanding. However, after finding myself needing to receive understanding, I am open to learning about people I would have written off. For one example, how does a rapist, or should I say someone who has committed rape, come to exist? What is it like to struggle with the violence within one’s self towards the opposite sex–if there is a struggle. I would notify have sought such answers and since I had no questions I would’ve imagined myself enlightened. No, I would never have read my blog, back in the days before blogs existed. I am touched that you do read my words. You’ve reached the end of this long passage of after all!.

Published by Harvard Grad elite meets Honolulu backstreets

The story, full of wit and wisdom: Harvard➡Homeless➡Heroin➡Happiness. Past degradation➡present edification.

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    1. it’s funny, usually i have a well defined purpose for whatever i do, but with these stories i am just telling them because they are there and kind of letting readers do with them what they will. as if my having a purpose would drive people’s reception of the stories…now there’s a point to ponder. but anyway, i am thrilled that you got something out of what i have written and i am driven to try to emulate your success. in particular, i am reading your pointers about community building because that is not my strength but i am sure with some instruction, it could be.

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