I lived a double life, split between self-righteousness and deviant sexual perversion. Therapy, meditation, medication, and religion all failed; I couldn’t escape my shadow. Powerless against deranged desires and suffering self-disgust, I molded a moral code to cope with living in my skin; so long as I hadn’t harmed anyone, sexual depravity was of no matter.

That which satisfied became mundane, and my thirst for “new and exciting” evolved. Insatiable lust overpowered me; I threw caution to the wind and broke my moral code.

Death might have ended my misery, and society was better without me. Killing myself and re-fathering my son was sad yet had to be done. Desperately, I cried out to the Divine for help, and the response was supernatural.

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