Song: RISK! Theme by Wormburner and John Sondericker
Song: Into the Blue by The Karminsky Experience
Live Story: Boxing the Jesuit by JT Nagle
Live Story: Kevin’s Kink Tips by Kevin Allison
Live Story: Re-Set by James Gordon
Live Story: How Long Do We Keep Paying by Annalise
Live Story: The Crossroads by Archy Jamjun
Song: Hell by Squirrel Nut Zippers
Annalise’s story is so close to mine. My mother would hit both me and my brother constantly, and would stop talking to us out of the blue. My brother would always be confused by her change of mood, and would always try to please her and bring back her sweet side. He needed her, even though she would humiliate him constantly. I, on the other hand, became suspicious of the times when she was good to us, because I knew that her good mood never lasted. I tried to learn not to depend on her. And I also grew apart from my brother, whom I started seeing as a week person. I wanted to get away from both of them. My brother eventually became schizophrenic in his late teens and he is still dependant of my mother for everything, fifteen years later. I regret I didn’t support him more when we were younger. I guess you can’t really grasp what’s happening when you’re in the thick of it…
Thanks so much for sharing, T. This is something I never talked about because it was complex and overwhelming to sort out, and because I thought no one would want to hear it. I have been surprised at how many people have shared with me similar thoughts to yours. For me, it became possible to start to process some of this only after the passage of a lot of time.
Thank you for sharing your story, too. It touched me very much and it was very helpful. I know exactly what you’re saying about the passage of time. My lack of self-worth and the guilt are still here, but at least I’m aware of them. Kind regards, Annalise.
This was such a great group of storytellers in Chicago. It’s been superb every time we’ve come there. In other news, it turns out Fern is straight. He emailed to relay the devastating news. And thus ends #TheFernCatastrophe.
This comment board doesn’t accept emoticons, apparently. Just wanted to smile at #TheFernCatastrophe.
Another smile for #TheFernCatastrophe. I think I might even actually know who Fern is and I was really rooting for him to be into Kevin. I am sure he was deeply flattered, though.
Fern was super sweet about it. 🙂 #TheFernCongeniality
Thank you for sharing your story Annalise. It has helped me to reflect on my family situation. My parents divorced when I was a teenager and my younger sister stopped talking to my mom, my brother and me a year ago. She lives with our dad. Your story helped me think about how he was really a different father to her than he was for me and my brother, and there were probably reasons that she “chose” him over us. Thank you.
It’s incredible that the span of only a few years between siblings can result in such very different experiences of the same events. I mean, I guess differences in perception between people are the norm, since we are each looking out of a body that has had its own distinct history in the world. But I’ve found that harder to accept with family. I guess the power of the family “we” makes things more confusing. I’m glad you found the story helpful, Grace. That makes me happy.
That Archy story was amazing. I laughed, I cried, I connected to someone whose life experience vastly differs from my own. Archy is truly a gifted storyteller!
I was going to write exactly the same thing about Archy — when his story began, I thought, “Oh, another party boy drug addict…great…”. Within three minutes, I no longer thought that at ALL — his story was multi-faceted, insightful, self-aware, hilarious and just beautiful.
Thanks PW and QuintFan. I just listened to it today because it was so emo to write and tell, and I actually stopped listening to it just before the “rapey” scene cause I didn’t want to rehash that again, but your comments made me press play again and I’m glad I did. Thanks so much =)