Can someone call Chris and Mariska? I've just been molested by my Uncle Sam's weird friend. I can't bring myself to say his name, so I'll just use his initials -- AMT.
Last year, he touched me inappropriately, leaving me confused with a sick feeling in my stomach. But this year it was a full on assault.
Seems that in financing our relocation from California to Texas through the exercising of stock options, I caught AMT's attention. I tried to reason with him. "I used the money to buy and remodel a home closer to my disabled partner's family," I pleaded. "I'm paying for his caregiver, which creates a job and lets me keep my own." No reaction. "I'm paying for his medical insurance and bills, including hundreds per month in medications alone. We bought a wheelchair conversion van to stay active and productive members of society."
"You're just a couple of fags," he muttered as he tore down my pants and grabbed my checkbook.
"But I need that money to pay for BR's care!"
"Shut up and bend over."