Unfortunately, sexual assault isn’t a very rare thing.
I couldn’t believe how healing the entire process was: the writing itself, the discussions prior to publishing, and then the conversations it allowed me to have after it was published. It felt like scrubbing myself clean after years of feeling a mix of blame and shame and disgust and numbness.
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At 14, my assault defined me as a feminist. Ten years later I’m writing openly about what happened […]
I’m scared to love things. In light of the recent focus on sexual harassment in Hollywood, I’ve discovered […]
My mother is from Brooklyn. Flatbush, to be exact. She is also a red-head. As a red-headed, freckled […]
Consent is “to knowingly give explicit permission or agreement to sexual activity.”
I feel like I cry a lot lately. I think I have to. I research and write plays […]