I smiled. I guess it was true.
When I was little my dad had spanked me and I'd thought that was totally
unfair, so I'd stalked him, following him around the house and yard all
afternoon. Finally he laid down to take a nap in the living room. It was Sunday.
We'd gone to church in the morning, and when my dad was asleep, I'd gotten up
on the coffee table in front of the couch, pulled down my diapers, and pissed
in his big open snoring mouth.
?
Suddenly, out of the blue, I knew
where I'd gotten the nerve to challenge the Catholic Church and everything else
that I'd been taught since a child. Hell, when your own dad allowed you to
challenge him, while still in diapers, this was power! And I'd been raised like
this since day one and so had my dad, because his mother had raised him as a
girl for the first seven years of his life. This was the key.
