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Bob. Bob had bitch-tits. This was a support group for men with testicular cancer. The big moosey slobbering all over me, that was Bob. We're still men. Yes, we're men. Men is what we are. 8 months ago, Bob's testicles were removed. Then hormone therapy. He developed bitch-tits because his testosterone was too high, and his body upped the estrogen. And that was where I fit... They're gonna have to open up my pecks again and drain the fluid. Between those huge, sweating tits that hung enormous the way you'd think of God�s as big. OK. You cry now. No, wait. Back up. Let me start earlier.
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Everyone, let's thank Thomas for sharing himself with us. Thank you, Thomas. I look around this room, and I see a lot of courage, and that gives me strength. We give each other strength. It's time for the one-on-ones. So let's all of us here follow Thomas' good example and really open ourselves up. Would you find a partner?
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Now we're going to open the green door, the heart chakra. I wasn't really dying. I wasn't host to cancer or parasites. I was the warm little center that the life of this world crowded around. Imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light. It moves over your body, healing you. Now, keep this going. Remember to breathe, and step forward through the back door of the room. Where does it lead? To your cave. Step forward into your cave. That's right. You're going deeper into your cave, and you're going to find your power animal.
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I always wanted 3 kids, 2 boys and a girl. Mindy wanted 2 girls and a boy. We never could agree on anything. Well, uh, you know, she- She had her first child last week, a... a girl. With-With her, uh, with her new husband. Fuck. Hey-Hey, thank God, you know. I'm-I'm glad for her. Because she deserves it.
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Slide. Every evening, I died... and every evening, I was born again. Resurrected. Bob loved me because he thought my testicles were removed, too. Being there... pressed against his tits, ready to cry. This was my vacation. And she ruined everything. This is cancer, right? This chick Marla Singer did not have testicular cancer. She was a liar. She had no diseases at all. I had seen her at Free and Clear my blood parasites group Thursdays. Then at Hope, my bimonthly sickle cell circle. And again at Seize the Day, my tuberculosis Friday night. Marla, the big tourist. Her lie reflected my lie, and suddenly, I felt nothing. I couldn't cry. So once again, I couldn't sleep.
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