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April 12, 2010

When Daryl and I were first together, his parents showed me old 8mm films of his childhood. The images have haunted me ever since. His parents thought the films lovely and nostalgic, but what I saw was toddler Daryl, often dressed in a stiff shirt and tie, repeatedly getting up or reaching for something, only to be briskly lifted and replaced into his proper spot. One’s desire to explore, countered by another’s desire to control.

I have a picture of baby me with a watermelon in my crib.

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