Tag: Controversy

What I Know About Being Raped by a 17yo Boy

What I Know About Being Raped by a 17yo Boy
It’s been another very, very difficult week for sexual assault survivors in the US, and I’d like to share what this week has been like for me. I know what it’s like to be held down and assaulted by a seventeen-year-old boy. At a party. With the aid of his friends. I know it’s been twenty... Read more »

F*ck Cancer: A long-overdue rant

F*ck Cancer: A long-overdue rant
A disclaimer: this is a very angry rant. It’s the kind of rant I have been holding back for eleven years. It is now spurred by the things being said about John McCain’s death, directly after Aretha Franklin’s both from cancer, and both from people who have never dealt with cancer. It is not filtered... Read more »

Hot Dogs, Birthdays, and Life's Big Questions

Hot Dogs, Birthdays, and Life's Big Questions
Yesterday was my husband’s thirty-sixth birthday. He has lived a third of his life knowing he has brain cancer. At some point in all of our lives, we have an existential crisis. A moment where we wake up in the morning and say to ourselves, “I’m going to die. One day, I’m going to be... Read more »
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Using Privilege To Bend the Moral Arc of the Universe Towards Justice

Using Privilege To Bend the Moral Arc of the Universe Towards Justice
On Sunday, I left my children behind. It felt like an absurdly privileged thing to do, to willfully drive away from my children, cross hundreds of miles, knowing I could call them at any time. That I could skype with them each evening before they went to bed. Knowing they were with family, that they were... Read more »

There Is No Such Thing as "Other People's Children"

There Is No Such Thing as "Other People's Children"
You may have noticed I didn’t post last week. The truth is, I couldn’t. I was too wounded, completely crushed by grief. “Grief” might sound like a strong word for what I was going through, for what so many Americans were going through, but I assure you it was real, and tangible, and agonizing. When... Read more »

Names and Nightmares

Names and Nightmares
PTSD is a funny animal. And by “funny” I mean “not funny at all, fuck you PTSD.” Last week I posted about the reluctance of people in the lives of rape survivors to find out how closely they might be connected to an assailant. As you might expect, a few friends reached out to me... Read more »
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Reaching Back When You Reach Out

Reaching Back When You Reach Out
I write about a lot of things that people often don’t know how to talk about in person. Hell, I write about a lot of things I don’t know how to talk about in person. Part of that is the complexity of the social dynamics in a conversation (is this a person I can talk openly about... Read more »

Speaking for the Freedom to Opt Out of Fertility

Last week I performed this piece at a storytelling event, “Give Your Choice A Voice,” in support of Chicago NOW and the fight to protect reproductive freedom. This is the piece I performed, for your enjoyment! Fertility is Not Motherhood Deep down inside, I always knew I wanted to be a mom. It wasn’t a... Read more »

Brain Cancer, Guns, and My Daily Sh*tshow

Brain Cancer, Guns, and My Daily Sh*tshow
Let’s be honest, mornings are a shitshow. Dragging yourself out of bed so that you can drag other unwilling people out of bed, knowing they will fight you on everything from putting on clean underwear and using the bathroom to putting breakfast in their mouths and their shoes on their feet and zipping their goddamn... Read more »
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An Open Letter to the Columbine Students Walking Out Today

An Open Letter to the Columbine Students Walking Out Today
I vividly remember April 20, 1999. It was my 15th birthday. I was a goth teenager, and I remember walking through the halls in the afternoon, wearing my full length black cloak, and the side-eyed look I got from teachers and students alike- wondering if my cloak wasn’t really some kind of trench coat, if... Read more »