Narrated by Robson
The truth is, there was never a label for me. Man, woman, trans, straight, gay — whatever. For me, it was always about pleasure. About what I felt in the moment. I never had a defined preference. But I also never had the freedom to be who I was. Because in the family I was born into, freedom was a luxury. And I learned early on that you either conform or you're destroyed.
My father always made it clear what he expected of me: a grandson, an heir, a son "worthy" of his surname. The funny thing is that my brother, that arrogant trash, could do whatever he wanted. A different woman every day, drugs, disrespect, promiscuity — and yet, he was hailed as the family example. Meanwhile, I, who kept my secrets well hidden, was constantly scrutinized. Everything about me was a r
