Masturbation Liberation!
By: Loren C. Due, Ph.D., Sexual Healer
Part 2
Listeners’ claim they have gained new insight listening to my program taught by me where I use a practical approach to teaching and speaking. I am direct and I pull no punches; currently serving as Pastor and Teacher of JOY Christian Center (Cyber Church) in Colorado and ordained in 1993. I accepted Jesus Christ at the age of eleven and acted on my call from God to teach at the age of thirteen by teaching Sunday school for church where my father was the Pastor and the first man to sexually rape and abuse me between the ages of four and eleven.
My older brother molested and raped me when he was home from boy’s reform school. One vivid memory of the abuse by my older brother is the night he came home and ate raw bacon and used the grease from the bacon to lubricate my anus. This incident was confirmed by my older sister who remembers our brother coming home and eating the raw bacon. On many occasions our brother would return home high or drunk or both. His behavior was so bad that he scared my parents because he was so disobedient and hard-headed. One time my brother was so angry with my dad that he tried to kill him and my mother poured cold water over him to stop him from choking my dad.
My mother worked on three separate jobs while I was growing up; one as a day worker for white people in their homes as the cleaning lady, another job she did was to work with Sister Kidd catering parties for the rich white people and in the evening she took in sewing for people in our community. Most of my adolescence years are a blur to me, but I fondly remember my mother bringing home incredible leftovers of prime rib, leg-of-lamb and pot-roast from the white people’s homes she worked in. For the record my mother seemed to be gone from our home more than she was there because her mission was to see to it that we had food and shelter. My father had this lazy habit of getting jobs in women’s small boutique stores that specialized in lingerie which did not pay very much to a janitor. It was this exposure with my father that stirred my interest in women’s underwear.
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