Memoirs
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If you immediately know the candlelight is fire…
It was the summer of 1995, I lived in Gdynia, Poland and was seven years old. This was a formative trip for me, a time where I began to see…
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An Early 2000s Coming Out Story (Part 3: Telling Stories)
Warning: Discusses abuse of minors, trauma, family violence and mental health crisis. Reader discretion advised. By Paul Brzeski Continued on from Part 2: Run, Survive, Repeat So we packed things…
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An Early 2000s Coming Out Story (Part 2: Run, Survive, Repeat)
Warning: Discusses abuse of minors, trauma, family violence and mental health crisis. Reader discretion advised. By Paul Brzeski Continued on from Part 1: End of Childhood When morning came, I…
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An Early 2000s Coming Out Story (Part 1: End of Childhood)
Warning: Discusses abuse of minors, trauma, family violence and mental health crisis. Reader discretion advised. By Paul Brzeski Wise people say it takes time to fall in love, but that…
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Gardening Taught Me How to Be a Better Programmer
The front of my house faces west, sunset, which means we get a lot of bright hot light from midday towards the early evening, irrespective of the weather. We’re just…
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Final Impact: Reclaiming my story a decade later
Warning: Discusses abuse of minors, workplace trauma, drug use and mental health crisis. Reader discretion advised. 2015 was a year of immense pain and suffering for me. For years I…
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Queer Class Exclusion
For most of my life, being a part of the gay community was about survival. It meant finding a chosen family, solidarity, and finding safety and acceptance where the outside…
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Defying Anti-Life
Like Elphaba in Wicked, those who defy authority often face demonization and persecution disguised as moral justice — a poignant reminder of the cost of standing against oppressive systems. Our world is…
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Crouching manhood, hidden Barbie
When I was a boy of six or seven, I lived in Gdynia, Poland. It was the summer of around 1995 when I made a friend at the playground behind…
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A Passing Summer
We worked so hard all winter,We worked so hard all spring,We worked like that so many years,And what did all that bring? Warm morning breeze, Saturday.Birds are singing, sun is…