Sparkly Purple Bicycle.. and pieces never fitting
I grew up in a place that was a melting pot of two ideologies, one side highly liberal, because of the university near by and the other side highly conservative, and driven by the main working industry, Timber. The side of town I lived in was round 50k people, and main street consisted of bars, pool halls, and strip clubs and full of bullies, was a tougher town, w a drug culture and lots of drinking. Growing up there was no such thing as "Transgender", I had never heard of "Trans..anything, and Gay and Lesbian wasn't even a word... though thinking back there were rumors. And my personal experiences... I was awkward growing up... with 3 siblings, a mother who was a good loving mom yet a quiet working and functional alcoholic because of trauma in her childhood. My dad, a loving father, protective, and a good man who had done much in his life. With pictures of him in life magazine as well as pictures of him in an encyclopedia as part of an organization his adoptive fat...