Robin J. Harrison

I don’t think I’ve ever been what you could consider ‘innocent’. When I was born, maybe. But that was short lived. There are men who like babies in ways that put them on a list. My mother had a nasty habit of not only finding those men, but also selling my body to them. Again, I was a baby. I’m not sure how old I was when this started. Maybe a few days. Maybe a few months. I just know I wasn’t yet a year.  Mother taught me to keep my mouth shut about how those men played with me at all times. I wasn’t to talk about it with her, with my brother Robert, and definitely not with anyone outside of our immediate family. I personally think it made her queasy to think about what they were doing to me, but she didn’t want to let go of the drugs and money she got out of it. Robert often went behind mother’s back and encouraged me to talk to him about what happened. If I didn’t want to talk about it, he would invite me to his room to play video games to help me decompress instead. I loved Rob...