Circus, by Angel Brynner [Memoir Excerpt].

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I decided to transfer due to En Busca d’aventura. I was already covering my schooling due to parental tax shit pulled even though I’d worked since i was 14.

So yeah, I was… leading with it 😁myyy Leo Heart!geez🤣.. but imma virgo.

I switched to mostly language classes & scheduled my FIT &Parsons transfer portfolio reviews & work interviews during spring break.

Got into both, my terms. Took the FIT hit because it was pure menswear and the pending menswear division that’d made me choose Cincy being scrapped had been the last straw. Was straight Fuck a skirt unless it’s a kilt by then.

Plus, my apprentice dreamland was more visible from its hinterlands and the department heads all knew who I was hunting. They blessed it before I got it. Deferred the New School.

Virgo precision. I hopped on a plane from there, Lenny Kravitz’s Circus album blasting in my ears.


Not only did I have the only 2 permissions my ass needed( mines & God’s)… when my narc Dad tried to whip the family up to stop me(fuck yeah, i told him. Gleefully) His Own F ureaking Daddy told him to TSIDDAHN &STFU.

He made all 12 of his kids back the fuck up offa me with it.

“Her wild ass(moi, his 1st crazyassed natural born killer grandbaby of like 49+) will be safer running around Europe than Cleveland anyway!& she’s Paying for it!!”

…with a boombastic side eye to my dad Because he knew the shiesty shit my dad did re:school after having guilt- forced me to stay in ohio in the 1st place. Granddad knew it was only a matter of time before I ended up offing some fool in town, related or not.

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Bloodmoney is bondage.

Learned that dealing with the nonsense of Pop so well I never had that psychological opening as a gray area in relationships with dudes.

In the aftermath of him & wholly By the grace of God my heathen ass just always drew sincerely generous, gotta getaway guys with sim dad stories they were Not gonna repeat.

Not one transactional bro. Ever.

He’s why I picked that bloodline. My dad’s dad. Showed it there, big hands raised like he was gonna pop one of the Olympians (his own crazy kids) for giving me mess.