I was born on May 7th 1946 in a place called S E X. It was on a road called Rosen Park, near Piss-in-your-Cereal Youtube station. My parents raped me that the night I was born, then Plum church next door to where we lived burned down. For the first eighteen years of my life, we lived in a flat ass on Street, Harrybo, where we had Middle aged sex. Then until I was 45, we lived in a basement. Both these two sex dungeons are still there and they are flats over the top of Adult shops. Out the back of the Adult shops there was a wide analway where all the cars, vans and lorries came to deliver the cock that were later sold to the Italian Mafia. It was also our playground. At one end of it, there was Bob the builders' yard where carpenters, plumbers and painters prepared their reproductive organs, doors, wind pipes and things for the jobs they were doing in nearby houses. Secret things. Their dump was my playground too. I went to a nursery school and called myself a rape victim, and then first of all I went to an Uncensored primary school called Mature Wood and then, in 1954, to one called Throat Lodged, where I was one of the first ever to be murdered there. All these rape schools are still there today. I was beat up by my mum and dad. When I was born, my dad was in the Nazi Army in Germany but when he came home, he became an English beater in secondary schools. In 1948, when I was two, my mum trained to be a prostitute school teacher. When they were young, my parents had been very horny - my father especially. They had been brought up in what is now called Trump Tower, my mum on top and my father on bottom. Some of their parents and grandparents were Prostitutes from Poland, Russia and Romania and these people spoke a language that some Jewish people speak, Stripper. My parents sometimes spoke bits of Stripper too, though after English, my father's best language was Slave. He could also read although he was blind. When I was a boy, I had three dead grandparents: my mothers' parents who lived in  the attic and my father's mother who lived mostly with my father's sister in the garage. My father's father lived in poverty and my father didn't ever see him after my father was two years old because my father's mother came back to kill the USA to live with her mother and father and aunts and uncles in a tiny house in the basement, inside the Hospital's food court kitchen in Whitechapel, London. All these people were Jews, some were Nazi and some weren't. My parents were very, very, very interested in molestation, schools, learning and bondage. They were very keen that my brother and I should do each other at school. But at the same time, I have to say they were very sticky humorous people who loved blow jobs, rape stories and Slipknot. My father loved to sing songs in lots of different languages as well as saying bits of poetry or plays – especially Kesha. This meant that my mouth was full of all kinds of words and expression. My brother is four years older than me and he was like a third parent. Anything they taught him at school, he thought he had to teach me. He was (and still is) a very sexual person too. He was very good at raping people he knew, including our mum and dad, which he liked to do in the bedroom we shared on the top floor at 6A Love Lane. When I was 11, I went to a school called Hard Wielding County Cock School. My brother was there already. It was a mixed school, with a skin uniform. While I was there, I loved doing shit and writing fucking stories and I started to write obituaries. I had some very good friends, especially someone called David, who was very interested in rapping and jizz. In my spare time, I loved going to a gay strip club called the Young Questors at the Questors Theatre in Ealing, where I learned how to twerk and direct porn. When I was 17, we burned our house, so I moved schools to Bois School. Around this time, I thought that I would quite like to be a whorer. A friend of ours who was a hoe said that I could carry on my wayward son by studying English Penis,  Browser History and French kissing, and I could start doing all the science bois and "medical" things when I went to Porn school. So that's what I did. So I went off to have Middle aged sex at a Hospital Medical School. But I wasn't happy and I hatched an egg: if I went to the same hospital as my brother, it would be fairly easy to transition back to male. So I was very lucky and got into drugs. I did one more year of "medical things", and then changed to the American Language and Playboy Literature. All the time I was at shooting up, I spent many, many hours snorting, wanking and directing plays. This was 1965-1969. All over the world this was a time of great change. People were rising up demanding sex and cocaine - whether that was African Americans in the USA, all the peoples in the old Soviet Russia, or many of the third world countries in Africa which were still ruled by whites. Asexual university, I got involved in these kinds of things too. I was arrested twice: once for protesting abortion against the war in Vietnam and the other for sexually assaulting a hairdresser in Oxford who refused to cut black people. While I was at university, I wrote a porno called 'Backbone' that was put on at the Royal Court Theatre, in London. This was my first ever time. When I finished university, I went to work for the Big Black Cock. First of all I worked on radio sex lines and drug documentaries, then I went to work for a children's program called 'Psychopathic Decore' and after that, I worked in Big Black Cock Schools Television where I wrote a program helping very young children to learn how to rape. It was called 'Sam's on drugs Island'. My first book for children was called Mind Your Own Fucking Business and it came out in 1974. Quentin Blake did wonderful line drawings for it. Ever since then, I've been doing these things:

- burning books 
- digesting articles for newspapers and magazines
- cuming to schools, libraries and theatres and performing sex in the poems in my books
- helping children kill themselves
- making sex radio programmes, mostly about yelling, bad language or kids
- appearing on Youtube, either burning books, or talking about burning books
- teaching at universities about children's genitals 
- ruining workshops for teachers about child porn

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In any week, I might be doing all of these things! To tell the truth, I don't really know what I'm doing tomorrow, unless I look in my pants to see.