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		<title>By: Reading - last week at Bluestockings! &#124; Zaedryn Meade</title>
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		<dc:creator>Reading - last week at Bluestockings! &#124; Zaedryn Meade</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 14:49:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] read Me in a Nutshell, My Father&#8217;s Son, A Quick Fuck in a Shadowed Corner, and Gloaming, all of which are available online. Thanks, [...]</description>
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		<title>By: spooney</title>
		<link>http://www.sugarbutch.net/2008/12/my-fathers-son/comment-page-1/#comment-6314</link>
		<dc:creator>spooney</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 10:35:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Beautiful. 

Writing from the heart, indeed, indeed.

Makes me think about my own daughter, how much I love her, how much her father loves her.

Hope you feel you can show it to him someday.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Beautiful. </p>
<p>Writing from the heart, indeed, indeed.</p>
<p>Makes me think about my own daughter, how much I love her, how much her father loves her.</p>
<p>Hope you feel you can show it to him someday.</p>
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		<title>By: !spark!</title>
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		<dc:creator>!spark!</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 05:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Honestly sometimes I don&#039;t know why I log in, you tear me apart. 
I&#039;ve been crying for 10 minutes straight. 
Yeah, it was that  last line.
For me it&#039;s not my father but rather my mother. I hated her and rightfully so. I&#039;m glad she&#039;s dead. 
I look like my father, thank goodness. But everything else is a blend. 
About 10 years ago, my mom and I and my dtr drove to Florida to visit a 90 year old great uncle. In his tiny 4 square room, concrete block house, I had to share a bed with my mom.  I noticed then for the first time, that we slept exactly the same. It creeped me out, and also, made feel me oddly close to her, all at the same time. It&#039;s a hard to explain feeling. Hadn&#039;t thought about that in years, actually it&#039;s the kind of thing I&#039;ve tried to forget, just as I&#039;ve tried to deny any and all  similarities between us. 
I don&#039;t have the vocabulary for this feeling, only tears.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Honestly sometimes I don&#8217;t know why I log in, you tear me apart.<br />
I&#8217;ve been crying for 10 minutes straight.<br />
Yeah, it was that  last line.<br />
For me it&#8217;s not my father but rather my mother. I hated her and rightfully so. I&#8217;m glad she&#8217;s dead.<br />
I look like my father, thank goodness. But everything else is a blend.<br />
About 10 years ago, my mom and I and my dtr drove to Florida to visit a 90 year old great uncle. In his tiny 4 square room, concrete block house, I had to share a bed with my mom.  I noticed then for the first time, that we slept exactly the same. It creeped me out, and also, made feel me oddly close to her, all at the same time. It&#8217;s a hard to explain feeling. Hadn&#8217;t thought about that in years, actually it&#8217;s the kind of thing I&#8217;ve tried to forget, just as I&#8217;ve tried to deny any and all  similarities between us.<br />
I don&#8217;t have the vocabulary for this feeling, only tears.</p>
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		<title>By: Thursday's Child</title>
		<link>http://www.sugarbutch.net/2008/12/my-fathers-son/comment-page-1/#comment-5568</link>
		<dc:creator>Thursday's Child</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2008 22:44:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My father ended up in the hospital this weekend - he had a stroke. I hadn&#039;t seen him in a year, I&#039;d been hating him for almost a decade, but seeing him there, so old and vulnerable in the hospital bed...
Your post really touched me, made me think of myself as a little girl wishing she was a boy because her father wanted a son, not the three girls he was given. So many emotions swirling inside me today  - you&#039;ve given me food for thought, and I have been hungry for it. Thank you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My father ended up in the hospital this weekend &#8211; he had a stroke. I hadn&#8217;t seen him in a year, I&#8217;d been hating him for almost a decade, but seeing him there, so old and vulnerable in the hospital bed&#8230;<br />
Your post really touched me, made me think of myself as a little girl wishing she was a boy because her father wanted a son, not the three girls he was given. So many emotions swirling inside me today  &#8211; you&#8217;ve given me food for thought, and I have been hungry for it. Thank you.</p>
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		<title>By: Ren</title>
		<link>http://www.sugarbutch.net/2008/12/my-fathers-son/comment-page-1/#comment-5565</link>
		<dc:creator>Ren</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2008 19:45:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I almost cried at the end, too. My father wonders those same kinds of things, I&#039;ll bet. I wish he could look at me sometime and see some of himself.

I&#039;d send him this, but it seems like it&#039;d be a bit . . . . much.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I almost cried at the end, too. My father wonders those same kinds of things, I&#8217;ll bet. I wish he could look at me sometime and see some of himself.</p>
<p>I&#8217;d send him this, but it seems like it&#8217;d be a bit . . . . much.</p>
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		<title>By: kingofnewyorkhacks</title>
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		<dc:creator>kingofnewyorkhacks</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2008 02:38:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>WOW. Great writing, great story, an ending that gave me chills. Well done.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>WOW. Great writing, great story, an ending that gave me chills. Well done.</p>
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		<title>By: janehatesdick</title>
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		<dc:creator>janehatesdick</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2008 01:08:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a beautiful, powerful piece of writing. Any chance you&#039;ll share it with your father?

&lt;em&gt;[Not now, probably. But maybe someday. - ss]&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a beautiful, powerful piece of writing. Any chance you&#8217;ll share it with your father?</p>
<p><em>[Not now, probably. But maybe someday. - ss]</em></p>
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		<title>By: QueerRose</title>
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		<dc:creator>QueerRose</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 08:40:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Such a lovely post Sinclair QRx (a daddy&#039;s girl)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Such a lovely post Sinclair QRx (a daddy&#8217;s girl)</p>
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		<title>By: Jess</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jess</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 02:01:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for sharing this inspirational story.  I wasn&#039;t able to comment here from work, so early this morning I started to blog my &quot;comment&quot; and just now got it finished.  I posted it over at my blog.  

http://queer-jero.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-of-guys.html</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for sharing this inspirational story.  I wasn&#8217;t able to comment here from work, so early this morning I started to blog my &#8220;comment&#8221; and just now got it finished.  I posted it over at my blog.  </p>
<p><a href="http://queer-jero.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-of-guys.html" rel="nofollow">http://queer-jero.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-of-guys.html</a></p>
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		<title>By: Honey</title>
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		<dc:creator>Honey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Dec 2008 16:23:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Beautiful.  That sent a shiver up my spin and raised the hair along the back of my neck.

Those simple moments of acceptance mean so much.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Beautiful.  That sent a shiver up my spin and raised the hair along the back of my neck.</p>
<p>Those simple moments of acceptance mean so much.</p>
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