Monsters Never Really Die
[The following blog contains mentions of physical and emotional abuse, as well as homophobia and transphobia.] When I was eleven years old, my father made me start going to the gym that he and Mom had joined about a year earlier. They’d taken me there before and made me sit in the waiting area while they worked out, but as my father started realizing things about me that I hadn’t yet realized about myself, he started doing a lot of things to try to pull…