A is for Adam

By Jenn Zipp

Adam.

It all started with a boy named Adam. He was the son of a family friend, a woman I was forced to call Aunty Patsy even though we had no blood connection. Which would make Adam my un-biological cousin… which makes this story more like a forbidden tale of incestuous love… or something.

Adam was my downfall. He’s the curiosity that killed the cat and has led me down this weird shame spiral I know as my fascination with men… but in particular; the male genitalia.

On weekends, Momma would watch Adam while his parents went to the doctors, which I later found out was grown-up talk for couple’s therapy. Adam would come over and sulk at the breakfast nook, convinced that his parents were off getting ice cream together without him. By mid day, he’d break out of whatever funk he was in, eat the slices of apple that Momma would cut for us, and take out his aggressions on me by making my life horrible.

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Posted by The Better Blog on 06/07 at 12:05 AM
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