On Grieving, Part 4: “Why Didn’t I…?”

The night my father died I wasn’t home. Everyone else was; my mother, my brother, my sister, my brother-in-law and of course, my father, alone in his sickroom. They were all tucked into… Continue reading

On Grieving, Part 5: You Get Used To It

You get used to it. It doesn’t go away. It doesn’t stop hurting. And you never forget. But you do get used to it. When I think of my Dad, I am just… Continue reading

On Grieving, Part 6: “Better”

We are better people when we try to live up to the expectations of the dead. I am a better person than I was before my grief. Not faster or stronger, nor happier… Continue reading

On Grieving, Part 6 and a 1/2: On Dreaming

This one’s a little different. Two nights ago I dreamt of my Dad. This happens from time to time. It used to be more frequent, almost nightly. Night after night I would dream… Continue reading

Confessions of an Empowered Submissive

“An empowered submissive? You mean, a woman who is sexually empowered by her role as a submissive? A woman who isn’t a passive victim in receiving torture, but takes an active role in… Continue reading

Being a Minister’s Son

I remember about an eternity ago, when Britney Spears was a virgin, and Justin Timberlake hadn’t yet exposed somebody’s boob at the Super Bowl, and they were going out, post-Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. They… Continue reading

The Pain

[trigger warning: rape] My name is Kate, and I am rape survivor. My story isn’t as black-and-white as getting attacked by a stranger in a dark alley late at night. I was in… Continue reading

I am Jane Doe.

[trigger warning: rape] I was fourteen years old the night my friend G took me to my first kegger. We told my mom we were going to “a little get together.” I remember… Continue reading