When I was a child, I spent a lot of time under the care of a lesbian motorcycle gang called The Moving Violations. The dyke in the center wearing the leather chaps and cowboy hat is Sharon. I called her Auntie Sharon although she was not my aunt. She called me Mel, which was my nickname at the time. Sharon owned an antique store, but now lives in a log cabin she built in the woods of Maine. To the far right is Sharon's lover Ingrid. One of my earliest memories is Ingrid taking off her top to show me the entire solar system tattooed across her back. Although I wore thick corrective lenses at the time, I can still remember in vivid detail.
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HAMILTON MORRIS
