Confessions can be liberating and some can be like rubbing vinegar on the open festering wound. I have been told by many my story is worth telling and can shine light for those at that fork in the road for which path they should wisely take.
I am not going to get all weepy and asking the Gods to forgive my past transgressions. If anything I will ask you the reader to forgive some of my grammar. I am what some would say a survivor or others may say the walking wounded. I myself sometimes feel like an apparition that gently floats through life and observes what life has to offer.
I hope that for those that read this I can shed some light on who Michael D.Bates is and maybe I myself might find out who I really am.
My life is sometimes innocent and at most a tawdry and sleazy glimpse into a man who at an early age was robbed of the most cherished things life has to offer and that was his youth.
The Life and Musings of an Angry Gay Male in the world of Pronouns, Millennials and the Trump Administration.
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