More of My Life as a Whore, thanks to being molested by a priest at age five

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Pubic pain.

The first time I got a name for it was in 1995 at UC San Francisco, in the outpatient clinic.  The nurse practitioner who saw me there explained, “It's not unusual for women who lived promiscuous lives to have pubic pain when they get older.”  Seems an MD at a low income clinic in San Francisco would have the most medical experience with this phenomenon, pubic pain that plagues the lives of old whores. 

Maybe that should be the new working title of the book:

Nobody Likes an Old Whore

In Real Life Nobody Likes a Whore

That's the real source of this frown on my face.  Not some temporary incident or situation in my life just the past few months.  It's the pattern of my entire existence starting at age seven when I got thrown out of Brownies for making a blatant sexual reference.  

From age seven onward, I got thrown out of every place I went. 

As I got older, it got worse.  

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