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elishacat

January 12th, 2007

I was not a kitten born of love between my mother and daddy. I wasn't even born out of hate, an act of savagry. I was created out of utility and experimentation. Go read Brave New World. I was a product, an artifice, crafted by my mother out of her cells and the seed of my dad. That's all.

It's taken me twenty years to come to terms with that; most of that reckoning has been in the last five.

Do you know hard that is to realize?

Do you know how much knowing you weren't loved for who you are, you were just loved for the ideal you represent, fucks you up?