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This morning I have walked so many times, the after morning, the moving forward morning. It will never be that morning before again. And I’ve forgotten. Forgotten what it is to be clean. Forgotten what it is not to know. A friend told me about his rape. We talked about the afterward. He's the one... Continue Reading →

’74 Fold – Friday

I am approaching the anniversary of my rape differently. I will be posting pseudo diary entries chronicling the events in real time, be it on a 43 year delay.   May 31, 1974 It was dark and quiet when I woke up. I found my pants, the glittery shirt and shoes. I snuck into the front room.... Continue Reading →

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