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Removing the Mask of Masculinity

Growing up without a real father taught me exactly what I needed to know about being a real man.

By Quentin Vennie

I was 10 years old, standing in my grandmother’s basement, when I was forced to face a reality that my developing mind was not yet equipped to understand.

There before me was a shattered mirror covered with heroin residue. My grandmother and uncle broke the news to me: The mirror belonged to my father.

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