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Personal Project
One of the first lessons I learned is that blood can mean very different things to different people. As a child of abuse, I often ached for loyalty and companionship. I loved any movie or book where friends were always there. Over time, I found those ties — real friendship, brotherhood, people I can tell anything to. Real men, who feel deeply and are vulnerable enough to share. We accept each other’s boundaries, and it’s healthy.
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Personal Project
One of the first lessons I learned is that blood can mean very different things to different people. As a child of abuse, I often ached for loyalty and companionship. I loved any movie or book where friends were always there. Over time, I found those ties — real friendship, brotherhood, people I can tell anything to. Real men, who feel deeply and are vulnerable enough to share. We accept each other’s boundaries, and it’s healthy.