Personal Narratives

Personal Narratives 2018-04-09T23:07:28+00:00

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I don’t want to call it CSA

By | September 23rd, 2016|

My culture gives us very specific narratives of sexual violence — a short script, narrow roles, cardboard characters with tightly scripted lines that don't account for the diversity of reality.  Any deviation from the imposed mold feels "fake."  The way I figure, the more you hear the real stories that don't follow that short script, the easier it might be discard it altogether.

the trauma i never knew i had: navigating childhood trauma 29 years after the fact

By | July 8th, 2016|

This post is by Vesper, reposted here with the permission of the author.  You can read the original post here. content warning: explicit talk of childhood sexual abuse & religous trauma without going into detail; explicit mentions of acephobia, biphobia, homophobia this is one of two posts that i’m going to [...]

Hyper-kink-mode

By | November 26th, 2015|

It’s a weird feeling, to suddenly need certain kink things, to have a sudden craving so strong it suggests sometimes dangerous lengths and abandonment of boundaries and safety practices. I never know how long these things’ll last. Sometimes it’s just a day, sometimes it’s months. And it sure doesn’t feel like it will ever stop. (It’s everywhere and everywhen, how could it stop?) And it can be years in-between, and I can forget how to handle them, get out of practice, lose all my contacts and coping strategies. I don’t expect it to happen again.

a revolution for the crooked souls.

By | November 12th, 2015|

I’m a “bad” rape victim. A Model Rape Survivor doesn’t know her attacker. My rapist is essentially a stranger to me, but that night was not the first time I had met him. She is dressed modestly and cannot be held responsible due to those clothing choices. I wore one of my shortest dresses and no bra when I walked into his apartment. She’s virginal and chaste, only doing the appropriate sexual things with appropriate people. I considered myself a virgin at the time, though I’m sure other people might disagree, but I’d gone to his place to mess around in the first place.

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