{trigger warning: detailed description of self-harm particularly mutilation} How can you atone for an incorrect existence? I spent most of my life believing that something had gone horribly wrong, and as a result I was born. No one said otherwise. The effort to atone for my incorrect existence quickly became the only way...
Category Archives: sexual abuse Alright y’all. This isn’t going to be pretty. In August of 2009 I became slightly obsessed with a brothel in downtown Austin. After encountering the apathy at APD when they told me how long Midnight Cowboy had been operating right in the heart of our city- I was consumed with this place. I prayed constantly... When I was a girl, I kicked my sneakered feet forward and tucked them back tight as my swing reached the sky. The best days were the rainy ones, when my bike rides produced soppy clothes and muddy legs. I climbed trees and skated rinks. Up and up. Around and around. And I understood- them....  After walking away from this topic a few times today, I’m back. I’m going to write. I often struggle with sharing my story in a victimless voice. I am not a victim and I finally stopped identifying as such (and most of my writing came to a screeching halt) a few years ago. When writers... Less than a minute after I posted yesterday’s entry, I got a phone call from the Police Department. Sergeant told me that he’d called my old childhood friend in for questioning a couple of weeks ago (confirming my suspicion of who my mystery caller was). She denied (or doesn’t remember) seeing some of the things... |
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