me, Clayton, rape. It wasn’t rape because that’s what he growled at me the first time he overwhelmed and coerced me when I’d just said I wanted to wait before we started having sex together. It wasn’t rape because he’d only gone down on me and fingered me and heroically resisted sticking his cock in… Continue reading me, Clayton, rape.
Tag: sex
FuckYouDelete
It’s become so amazing to me how much commonly-accepted forms of dialogue are just flat out silencing, erasing, entitled fucking bullshit. Not long ago I would feel ‘irrationally’ slighted over it, and blame my ‘damage’ for my ‘sensitivity’ and wonder what was wrong with me. Fuck that noise. I ain’t internalizing that manipulative crap anymore.… Continue reading FuckYouDelete
That one time rape made me racist
When I was in my early-20’s, I spent some time as an escort. In that time, I had many lovely experiences, some weird experiences, some forgettable experiences, and some gross experiences; three particular gross experiences with Asian clients, which seemed a notable pattern, and one awful one (which ended my career) wherein an Asian man… Continue reading That one time rape made me racist
These are the places rape culture starts
This is an amazing account of the very real corrosion and trauma that results in loved ones blaming the victim of sexual abuse/assault in the name of trying to make everything ok again. I related to this, and I am glad I got away.
http://www.buzzfeed.com/michelletea/my-stepfather-the-peeping-tom
Thanks for that, dude.
“The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.” ― Edmund Burke This Ghomeshi thing, how his friends and community are admitting to knowing he was up to some shit, brings to light some ugly things for me. Ugly things that encouraged me to continue raping in my… Continue reading Thanks for that, dude.
Full Circle Zita
My signature (nude) aerial silks piece started as a homage to sexual relationship, to not giving up on loving someone, even when you get bucked off. The act began as a physical illustration of the struggle to shed the defenses that bind us, finding strength in being vulnerable, and how sex can contribute to the… Continue reading Full Circle Zita
Revenge of the nerds.
Due to recent experience and lessons therein, I am purposely avoiding reading about the sorority murders or following the story right now. But what’s most interesting about that, is how little I need to follow that story in order to grasp what’s going on. Of all the murmurs I have heard about Elliot, and what… Continue reading Revenge of the nerds.
Not all Men.
In the usual world, the occasional anomaly Elliot whatshisfucks not withstanding, it seems it’s always the ones who say “I’m not that guy” who fall the hardest when they behave like one; the ones who deny their darkness as from another breed are, of course, the least capable of fessing up and overcoming their embodiments… Continue reading Not all Men.
Regarding Elliot
“Men are afraid women will laugh at them. Women are afraid men will kill them.” – Margaret Atwood.
The infirmary
Injured, fed, home. Playing the walking dead game, sitting in the perception that there are worse imaginable things I could be going through, like it were a mental stitz bath. This has let me feel something, other than my mental anguish, my how the fuck could they, my I can’t believe this happened, my why… Continue reading The infirmary