My past had cured me of my desire to receive validation or care from the so-called saints of my congregation or any man-made religiosity. I looked around at twelve years old and realized there wasn't an adult in my life who was equipped with the tools to help me, support me, see my pain, see my abused and wounded soul. No, not one. So by nineteen, operation "save-a-sissy" was in full swing!
-- Billy Porter, Unprotected, p. 102
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