dosh

Lane Montessori, outside Philadelphia.

Yeah, fetlife isn't accepting new members.

Heya, I'm a bit south of seattle... but I'd love to make a new friend.

My first conscious memory is me, sitting on the edge of the bed with my mom, and she's holding up a pair of cotton training pants and asking me if I want to wear big boy pants and go to school and be a big boy and play with friends. I remember giving the affirmative. I remember refusing to talk, because I couldn't speak the words the way the other bigger people said them, and they didn't understand me.