Twenty years. Twenty years! It’s been twenty years since the best day of my life, and in that time, most of the worst things in my life have happened. Today is my daughter Taylor’s twentieth birthday, and I should be telling you how great she is, rather than making this about me. I’m Not A Gynecologist But I Know A Cunt When I See One Shirt, but I don’t know how to tell you about her greatness, without telling you first, what she means to me. At twenty-three, I was playing at love with the first girl that I genuinely thought I had feelings for. The truth is I didn’t even really understand what love was. That is, until my daughter came along. At 9:54 P.M., on September 2nd, 1997, it all changed.
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I understood, immediately. It was love at first sight, and I instantly knew what it meant to place someone else’s needs well above my own. Though her mother and I would part ways less than three years later, Taylor continued to teach me what true love is all about. When she was eleven, I got really sick. A lot of people saw me beat my sickness, and give me credit for being so strong. I’m Not A Gynecologist But I Know A Cunt When I See One Shirt. I can’t tell you how many times I wanted to give up. I felt like crap all of the time, and fighting it was so hard.