Today I am twenty-three years old, but I was twenty-one years, two months, and twelve days old when I was raped. It happened on a regular afternoon in my hometown, back in a country that […][…]
Porn and Co-dependency Porn and I go way back. It started out as an innocent flirtation, a schoolboy’s first crush. But it didn’t stay that way. At some point, porn and I started lying to […][…]
I think my dad is sexually disabled. In his late twenties, Dad gave up a world class oboe career to pursue the violin. His parents wanted a lawyer or a doctor but my father ate, […][…]
“…what is usually called hypnosis is an experimental model of a naturally occurring phenomenon in many families. In the family situation, however, the hypnotists (the parents) are already hypnotized (by their parents) and are carrying […][…]
Let’s start at the beginning. Now that it’s typed, that reads like a cliché, but when faced with writer’s block, it’s as good a place as any to start. That’s the lesson — just start. You […][…]
So, did sex happen? my friend asks over the phone. I relay a memory involving an old boyfriend from high school. Frozen, I have no idea what to say. Um, well. I breathe into […][…]
I am Hobart, and I am an alcoholic. I am also a homosexual who is currently coming to terms with a particularly juicy slice of the insane life I led when I first arrived in […][…]
How secretly working in the erotic role play industry since age 19 taught me more about humanity than any upstanding profession I’ve ever held during normal business hours. Let’s say my name is Becca. Those […][…]
“Fuck you, Mom. I look at porn.” That’s the root of the problem isn’t it? Not just her fault, that would be too easy and too damn typical and childish to stomach. And my continued […][…]
Family habits are hard to quit. Cycles move through us and are passed down; we all carry our own portion of psychological damage, the inherited limitations that shape our existence. Our individual share of what […][…]
