I just found myself blaming myself for being raped at sixteen, while writing about my instincts. When my mom talks about what happened, she always says he pulled me into the bushes […]
The Signs Were There
Reflecting
That’s my word for this week. I mean let’s be honest, I’ve been sitting around reflecting on my life for the last two years, but it’s only today that I realize how […]
I can’t believe I have to copy what She Said…
Being forced to forgive your rapist is as comfortable as taking a cheese grater to your cunt. Yes, I said that, I entirely and completely said that, and I own the fuck […]
