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This past Christmas was the first time I felt like it was okay to be me and to like what I like. 

Growing up I was made to feel everything I liked was wrong. My generation was inferior to my dad’s. I was living in the shadow of greatness and I was a disappointment. Can’t imagine why I became rebellious and had to write to sort out my feelings. Weird. 

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