As most of my subscribers know by now, I am trying to get my memoirs published. I have contacted, and left messages, at Oprah’s Book Club three times this month .I really believe if my story got out there, it could really a lot of people get through similar issues in there life. My life is one that most people could relate to. In the late 90’s I was born to as test tube baby to a woman in her late 60’s. She died before I was 2 years old. While in the womb, I developed male and female genitalia. I was raised a boy and grew up a troubled youth. When I wasn’t in the orphanages, I was in Juvenile detention. By the age 7 of, due to hormonal issues, I had a nearly full beard. By 9, I was selling meth. Things finally mellowed out after my 3rd stint in rehab when I was 11. There I was, nearly 200 pounds over weight, parentless and friends. I said to myself, “Ryan, stand up on your feet you faggot. You gotta get things in order around here.” So I did.
From then on it was smooth sailing. I kicked my sex addiction. Started going to NA meetings. And finally found a zest for life that I had been searching for, for so long. The years flew by and I relished in the happiness. I was the most popular guy in high school. I was the guy anybody could talk to. I was open minded, sweet, and had the prettiest girlfriend. Everyday after school, I tutored kids who needed help in calculus. Life and my future looked bright and beautiful, everything was perfect until an inner demon from my dark past decided to visit me. During the second half of my senior year, I grew tits.
After that my life was turned upside down. My girlfriend dumped me and I dropped out of high school. I was back to my old ways. I began experimenting with LSD and homosexuality. For 10 months I was a groupie for the band Rascal Flatts. While on the road with them I got addicted to auto erotic asphyxiation and nitrous oxide. One night after the boys played a gig in Dallas, I was confronted in the bathroom stall by three men wearing cowboy hats. They forced 3 ecstasy pills down my mouth and threatened to cut my throat if I didn’t talk in an Elvis Presley voice. After they raped me and shaved my head a woman ran into the stall and saved my life. She tol the cowvboys to get the fuck out of the bathroom or she would call the cops. This was Linda, the future mother of my children. I knew I loved her right then, when I looked into her algae green eyes. She had a Dee Snyder hairstyle with a fiery attitude and skin to match.
But that is just part of the story. Please help me get a hold of Oprah so this story can be brought to life. Other drug addicted hermaphrodites need to know that they are not alone in this world and that hope can come from anywhere. Thank you and god bless.
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