sexual abuse

I, Prey

He smiles, kissing her many scars, dark eyes paying them homage. Making different memories, she prays for acceptance. That she will not...

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Blow (A Love Story)

Your eyes, dark chocolate melted and mixed with sin. Impetuous daring, I slipped into the bucket seat. You said, Fasten your seatbelt, this...

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After the Women’s Marches, Grab Your Wallet 2.0

Millions of people participated in Women’s Marches in 673 cities around the globe on Saturday. The marches across the U.S. marked the...

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Men, Rape Culture and Choice

Like the title implies, the post that I offer up today is about an emotionally overpowering and sensitive subject – men and the acts...

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The Dark Side of Modeling: Sex, BDD, and Self-Destruction

The director of my agency…was in his…mid-fifties, and I was in my early twenties. It was very clear that if I slept with him…I would...

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Are PTSD Survivors Weak? Here is What My Mom Thinks

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is anything but a weakness. It is our strength. It means that we kept going. About six of every ten adults...

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Because Of This…. (Rape and Invisible Illness)

in·vis·i·ble adjective: unable to be seen; not visible to the eye  ill·ness noun: a disease or period of sickness affecting the body...

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Butterfly Wings

Surrender to the glossy eyes of bourbon scented lust. Unfold yourself, parchment-thin, cracking and splitting damnation is yours to keep....

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What I Don’t Remember

I remember the fire. I remember the warmth of it near my skin. The night was cold. He was with me. I remember his smile. I remember his...

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The Film was About Sexual Abuse, and It Described Me …

I recently received a heartfelt letter from a woman who felt I had written her story and put it into a song; I was very touched by her warm...

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Green Eyes

Shame thought she was my friend, keeping me safe in silence, cocooned in the quiet knowledge of shared secrets. She didn’t mean to make...

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Can I Call You Later Tonight?

I am a nineteen year old young woman currently attending college. My major is English with a specific focus on Creative Writing. That is...

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Cosby’s Indirect Impact on Pop Culture and Why it’s Still No Excuse

Every time I hear about a celebrity behaving badly, I have a great struggle. A good friend of mine does a lot of set and prop work for...

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Homeless: Tongue and Groove

I am the crazed lady, barefoot and blistered. The annoying pebbles and gritty gravel burrow deep inside the open crevices and souls of my...

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I Used to Think Abuse Victims Were Stupid

I have a small degree of sympathy for people who judge women in abusive relationships. That’s because I used to be one. I recall a Dear...

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