In Ohan’Ali Town, where Nikora hopes to meet better people, and hopefully not run into some old faces. However, they felt like they had to leave that part of the island in order to escape the constant torment of the people who lived there. But, it was their home, and they didn’t want to abandon their family like their mother supposedly did. They felt like they didn't belong in Sulani for a little while. While Nikora had a pretty happy childhood for the most part, they were often bullied by other kids around the island who heard about the personal life of their family. Not knowing if they were the truth, or told out of spite. As well as old polaroid pictures, and plenty of stories told by their other family members. Except the fact that their mother ran off to the city to live a "better life". Aside from the regular gossip, and snickering from other people spreading rumors about their mother on the island, Nikora knew relatively nothing about their parents. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.Nikora grew up being raised in Sulani by their grandparents. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me.
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