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Mentors on meeting women

When young and gun ho hello is easy,

I knew nothing,

I wanted to know things like,

Your not alone!

Meeting other lesbians now I know others live in Iowa seems impossible,

See I learned how to care for those I loved,

I never met other women who liked women until I was thirty-six,

No mentors for being who you are,

No assistance for Entrepreneurs in Iowa,

Same ole same ole,

Always cared for older women did yard work and drove,

Shoveled in winter,

Best companion now walk with cane,

Age teaches lonliness,

I had my first date at forty,

The things experience teaches in youth about dating you are expected by forty to know,

Like not accidently during love making call wrong woman’s name,

That pisses women off,

Not the kind of excitement I was trying to evoke from her,

It actually causes its like throwing a bucket of water on a dog fighting mad,

There are so many things that are big no no’s,

Innocent but negative results,

I know of only one family the Huffey’s,

They didn’t have an easy road by any account,

The family farm a century farm,

Meaning for a century and more Huffey’s farmed their,

Went to church on Sunday with their neighbors,

Jean taught at the school in Waterville,

They were shun by friends of a life time,

Reason two of six children were gay,

And they still lived their children

What could other LGBTQ children nit if their family expect,

A boy younger then me but older then my kid sister ‘Mikie’ was beautiful and gay,

Mike from Waukon,Iowa died after leaping off a Iowa City hospitals roof,

See Mikie had Aides,

To this day his dad tells all his son had pnemonia,

For christ sakes what could Mike now do to damage his father he is gone,

The light that was Mike Hagar was extinguished in death,

Yet when I look up I recall us kids from my neighborhood frolicing,

Julie and Chris and Tom Haas, Mike and Mark Hagar and their cousins Don and Rob Hagar , Laurie Andersen abd Ellen and Val Heike.

Ellen Beth my baby sister was tormented by where mom was abd like me our older narcississ half sister was a bully Ellen hid in beer bottle. Ellen was fifty-nine I miss mom and Ellen with every breathe,

Saying hi to stranger takes nothing,

Trust us hard to give,

Well time to rise,

Goodmorning from Quasqueton, Iowa,

My bookstore on PangoBooks | handle: @valwhitewolf |

Jean Huffey,ninety no longer in her own home,evidently no family member stepped up hope to see her Saturday in Decorah.


Published by Val's Whitewolf Books

Val's Whitewolf Media Anchor PodCast. I write here on WordPress. I believe that everyone should tell their story and that every book is a learning tool that will help those of us who are writers become better at our craft.I'm learning plus becoming more confident as an empath its important to share and touch with my heart others harmed by others words. I sell books on Pango.

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