Done, Day One

He laughed, not the usual response from a client he's just destroyed.


’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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