I hear your agony in the words and images you use.
Yes, you are a man. You have faced more than most men ever have to.
Yes, you survived out there alone.
In the USA today, there are 19 million men with histories of childhood sexual abuse. These statistics are likely an underestimate [see 1in6.org].
The numbers are staggering. The culture of silence is staggering. The consequences for survivors is staggering.
It is within this context that sexually abused and sexually exploited boys are forced to navigate to secure places where they feel it is safe enough to tell their story, safe enough to access appropriate & consistent healthcare & support services, legal counsel & representation that serve their best interests, and safe enough to access strategies that permit a young male survivor to visualize and choose to reach for an adulthood that is not burdened by the pain of just plain remembering.
My tricks all like showing off. Driving big car tricks. Big Cock Daddy for his little boy. You want to put your tongue you Big Daddy in my shit hole will cost you twenty bucks.
You want me to shit in your mouth will cost you a hundred. The cops said I beat one trick up pretty bad. But if you eat my shit and you do not pay me I am going to beat you up Big Car Daddy. You want to suck my titty will cost you one whole dollar.
I only eat shit if Daddy gets me needle high. You do not taste it then.
I piss on you will cost you fifty bucks. Your car will smell like pee. I gotta calculator running inside my head like the nurses have when you go the ER with like some pimp has broke your bones. Clicking off the numbers you will owe them.
You wanna come in my mouth will cost you seventy-five dollars upfront. You wanna cum in my hole will cost you an ounce of coke. I am supposed to be impressed by Daddy and his big old car.
But all dicks taste the same to me. I don’t own a car. You gotta be careful with the tricks cuz after they cum they want you out of there. They throw me out. And then they burn rubber out of there. Sometimes I wonder what kind of houses they live in.
All I know is that the houses must
be big. You gotta big house and a big car and a heart
smaller than my left tit in a deep freeze.