In a world that places so much value on extroversion, it’s really fucking hard to survive.
When you said you didn’t want me to go and pulled me into the warmth of your chest and pressed your cheek to mine, I knew I could live there, make a home there. Because when you let me go, I felt a piece of me stay there, with you.
I am writing this piece for the many brave women who put their careers on the line by outing Weinstein. I am writing this piece for the women across the country and the MANY women in my own community who have been subject to the same façade.
When a stranger who knows nothing about you feels like he has a right to you- that he’s entitled to you and you are nothing but there for his gain – that’s assault.
Somewhere along the line of daily midnight rendezvous and an exchange of sweet promises, we forgot. We forgot that there was actually a world outside our own forest fire.
You get her to want you like you do. And then you just leave her broken when she falls for you.
I want to thank you all for sticking with me when even he didn’t. I want to thank you all for helping me find my way back to love, even when it hurt me.
Perfect. There’s that word again just lingering. Lingering like the words you struggle to say.
After being away from you for long enough, the return of my creativity nearly brought me to tears. Happy tears. It also contributed to my new found self-worth. Without you.
Our society is not good at recognizing patterns of female sexual misbehavior because our investigations are still set up with the assumption they are there to find and identify male “creeps.”