mom, his dad was like, “Your mom was mixed, but she was a
harlot.” Some English people call a ho a harlot, I guess. So
his dad was calling his mom a ho.
You know the sad thing? If he’d been white, I might have
kept dating him.
Well, maybe. ͳere were other problems. He was also
old.
He kept asking me to have babies with him. ͳat didn’t
make sense. Here he was, sitting around with a messed up
shoulder, already sixty, and he wants me to have a baby.
First off, he can’t hold a baby with that shoulder!
Second, I’m not about to have to change your diaper and
the baby’s diaper. That’s too much work.
ͳird, he already had two grown kids. What if they have
babies? Now I’m getting grandpa dick. I don’t want grandpa
dick. I’m cool with baby daddy dick, but grandpa dick is no
good.
ͳat’s how I felt, anyway. But he was the best boyfriend I
ever had. If he was like twenty years younger, it would have
been cool.
Toxic Shock
ͳis isn’t really a boyfriend story, but it kinda mts in this
chapter, ’cause I wanted this doctor to be my boyfriend.
Here’s how it went down.
When I was thirteen—right before my mom hit that baby
with a two-by-four and I got put in foster care—I got toxic