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Fatso or faggot? I picked fatso first. Guess what happened! —

I vividly recall a frightful moment when I just turned 13 sitting with my first Buddhist teacher. She noticed I was unusually distracted and wondered what was going on. She was the first person I sensed had a genuine, unconditionally loving interest in my well being. Most souls believe Mothers are concerned about their brood’s well being. For the most part I’d say that was true in…