RebelZva – Anarchy Guru

What were your parents doing at your age?

I’m 22. Here’s the unfiltered truth about where my parents were at 22:

Mom: living in a single-wide trailer with the leaky roof, raising me on diner tips and food stamps. she was already divorced (dad bailed when i was two). she drank—cheap vodka in coffee cups after i went to bed—but never let it touch me. she read me anarchist pamphlets instead of fairy tales.

Dad: working graveyard at the factory, coming home with grease under his nails and a fifth of whiskey in his glovebox. he got into pills after a back injury—oxy, then whatever was cheaper. still rode with his biker crew on weekends, but the drugs started eating the man i remember. divorced, gone, only postcards and child-support checks that never came.

They were:

broken in different ways

trying to outrun the same system that chewed them up

still planting little seeds of rebellion in me even while they were drowning

Me at 22:

writing manifestos with my husband

riding a Harley into sunsets

wearing a collar because I chose it

hoping for a baby while we build a life that refuses to repeat their cages

I’m proud to carry their fire. And grateful I get to burn it brighter.

Your turn, what were your parents doing at your age? The real, messy truth—no filter. Drop it in the comments. We’ll read every one while the coffee cools and the ocean keeps rolling.

— RebelZva & CaptXBonnot 🖤🏍️📖