It’s rather troublesome that my dad is the one who introduced me to Leonard Cohen. But that’s okay. There are poisons come with their own antidotes and I’ve learned that my dad was one such killer/elixir combination. And it’s not even him. It's not personal. Life itself is what kills you while making the food … Continue reading Cutting Out My Abuser is not Personal
If this post sounds a bit manic, well, it’s just because I am ELATED. There will be very little artistry in this. Just happiness and clarity and a little sofa jumping and some insight into what happens after one publicly shares a story of abuse. Okay, so I have heard from my stepmother and others … Continue reading Red Pill Papa: My Molester Corroborates My Story and Feels Entitled to an Apology
I walked into the living room to find my daughter bent over, every ounce of attention involved in a secretive enterprise. If I had paused and taken a quiet, centering breath I would have realized the sacred nature of her task, her smooth and unbothered brow, her mouth slightly agape in wonderment. But I didn’t … Continue reading I’m Not a Peaceful Parent… Yet
I'm making peace with the fact that there's no objective truth. If you ask several honest witnesses for their account of a crime, each will give different details. Even subatomic particles, when closely studied, change their behavior so you can never know what they really do when you're not looking. It’s been two weeks since … Continue reading The Truth Will Never Be Objective. That’s Okay.
Dear Dad, Somebody put two and two together and realized that the rape scene from the movie Last Tango in Paris was non-consensual. Though the director, Bernardo Bertolucci, revealed this in a 2013 interview, it has taken three years for people to get upset about it. Nine years if you count from 2007 when actress Maria Schneider … Continue reading Last Tango in Paris Was Not Just Art: An Open Letter to My Molester