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A Fear of Passion

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When I was a young homo of eight years old, the woman across the street scooped me up and took me to my first Cub Scout meeting at a Catholic church.

Our first den meeting began with a visit inside to see the gigantic images of the Magical Jesus being tortured and draped on some woman’s lap.

Then we went outside and learned how to tie a slip knot. Then we were told if we learned how to tie enough knots, we could earn a badge to decorate our blue uniforms.

Thus, tying knots became a hobby like stamp or coin collecting or erecting a tent to sleep with mosquitoes while savoring the aftertaste of marshmallows charred on sticks over an open fire while singing dumb shit.

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