A human story, true to himself.
This blog is a little different using some of my drawings with the narrative.
Being last of eleven siblings can either be a blessing or a curse. Blessing in a sense that we are a close and loving family. Curse that being alone was a rarity.
When my father passed away from a tragic car accident when I was two years old, my mom was alone to raise the ten of us as my eldest sister (and godmother) had married and moved out ten months prior to when I was born.
As Catholics, we went to church each Sunday and learned about the sins of the world. Nudity was one of those sins and having sex before marriage was a definite no no.
So, how did I become the “odd” duck in my family? I certainly didn’t get much advice from my older brothers and my mother was not one…
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