No one should ever touch you without your permission.
No one should ever touch you without your permission.
Why? Just… why?
Isn’t it strange to watch a movie that you absolutely adored at another time in your life, only to discover that now you find it creepy? Sadly, I’ve had that experience on more than one occasion. It makes me wonder who I used to be, and why I used to think the way I did. …
If Jerusalem has taught us nothing else, it’s that people take their boundaries very seriously. We like there to be a clear-cut distinction between what’s ours and what’s yours. Make no mistake: We don’t really forgive you your trespasses. History bears this out. Because of this, it should come as no shock that we also …
First of all, happy International Women’s Day! It’s nice to be recognized and celebrated. I’m glad that organizations throughout the world will be using this as an opportunity to speak out about equal rights. I’m thrilled that this will open up dialogues that many people wouldn’t otherwise have thought to have. But at the same …
I learned a new word today. I enjoy enriching my word power. But I fear that in this case my opportunity to use this term is rapidly diminishing. sphallolalia “sfa-lO-‘la-lE-a Noun Flirtatious talk that leads nowhere. Origin From the Ancient Greek σφάλλω (sphallō, “to stumble”) and λαλιά (lalia, “talking”). I do love to flirt. There …
I’ve been cranky lately. Grumpy. Impatient. Out of sorts. It all started when it finally dawned on me, at the age of 51, that my sexually abusive stepfather had started grooming me for his pedophilia at the age of 7. The hard core abuse didn’t start until I was 11. Not that that’s an excuse. …
I don’t like to be tickled. That should be all I have to say on the subject. But unfortunately there’s this weird tickling dynamic out there. Some people actually think that there’s some get out of jail free card for tickling. It’s as if this form of space invasion is somehow more acceptable than any …
When I think of the many times as a child and young adult that I was preyed upon by some sick person, it makes me wonder how anyone survives to adulthood. If I weren’t touched inappropriately, then inappropriate things were said to me, or someone tried to talk me into doing something that I didn’t …
I have a black bruise on my knee the size of a fist, and I’m angry. Really, really angry. The reason for my ire is quite simple. Sexual harassment. Yesterday I had to squeeze past a guy I know to reach for something. He was sitting in a swivel chair. When I turned back to …
The View from a Drawbridge 