it goes back as far as i can remember. me having a thirst/hunger (call it what you will) that i could not satisfy. I tried everything i could to make it go away not even knowing what it was i was trying to get rid of. i started to get curious and ask questions when i had accidentally cut myself helping my mom in the kitchen when i was 10 and had instintively put my finger in my mouth. it was at that moment that that hunger began to subside. and the more it bled the more i sucked out of my own finger and all of a sudden it was clear to me. a few weeks later at thanksgiving i was outside with my uncle and brought that event up and he began to explain some things to me about himself and others in my family that i did not know about. he began telling me about and insatiable hunger he had that he didnt know how to satisfy until he was in his 20s. i walked with him to his truck where he pulled out a small flask from his jacket pocket and handed it to me and told me to drink. i did and instantly i got that same satisfaction that i had gotten when i had cut myself and taken in the blood from my finger. me and my uncle were very close from that day on until he passed when i was 14. it is thanks to him that i now know who and what i am and that i was not alone in my "need to feed" as he so affectionately called it.
for those that take the time to read this, thank you.
until next time Phoenix
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