Reentry

6 years ago with 6 comments
The weirdest part of the Journey Into Manhood weekend was the week after it was over. After three days surrounded by men who understood me, supported me, had been where I had been and further, were free with hugs, and didn’t look at me funny after they had seen me all curled up and sobby, mainly because they had just got done being all curled up and sobby — I faced the problem of ...