Releasing the Shame
I was 18 yrs old, just graduated high school, smelling myself and thinking I was grown grown and ready to express and embrace my independence. My friends and I decided we was gonna go meet up with some boys in Binghampton. I lied to my mom and told her I would be staying with a friend who had moved from Getwell Garden to Binghampton as well as babysitting for my auntie Pam (R.I.P). We actually stayed in a TRAP house with some guys on Princeton. I met this guy and was laid up with him all week. One night, another guy came over, and asked me to iron his clothes for him to go to the club. Well, I said...