My step-daughter had a Halloween themed 18th birthday party on the weekend and this got me in the mood for the party!
My step-daughter had a Halloween themed 18th birthday party on the weekend and this got me in the mood for the party!
Three and a half minutes of chilled out bliss!
Content warning: This post contains discussion of sexual assault and rape culture.
Locker-room talk.
That’s how Republican presidential nominee, Donald Trump, describes his lewd conversation eleven years ago with Billy Bush. In this conversation he brags, in vulgar and de-humanising terms, about kissing and groping women without their consent.
Let’s be clear.
Kissing and groping women without their consent is sexual assault.
Bragging about kissing and groping women without their consent is bragging about sexual assault. Continue reading
Once, I felt all of this.
I remember it.
Or, I think I do.
I remember it in a way that feels like waking up from a dream. In pieces. Squinting into snippets and glimpses of half-made pictures.
And I wonder.
Is it a memory or an illusion? Is it my imagination or a delusion?
I remember it.
Or, I think I do.
Because some of it, I don’t remember at all.