It was the most remarkable moment in which erasure and inclusion collided. Sure, we could live in the complex, but did queer sex not exist for these people? Were we literally incapable of having sex, in their worldview?
I lost a decade of my life to fear, depression and anger. I’m not wasting any more time with blame. I just feel lucky and grateful that I finally found a doctor who figured it out.
I didn’t know who I was, but I knew who I didn’t want to be: a person who stole a tampon from a homeless woman.
In this age of Internet dating and catfishing, stories like mine are probably more common than one would think.
I kept wondering, Do we really have to allocate funds to purchase a strap-on instead of an airline ticket for you to meet my family?
I wondered if trashing my appearance was just his way of covering up his discomfort with the fact that I use a wheelchair, but he was certainly persistent in describing the things he considered to be flaws beyond my disability.
I was a teacher who was encouraged to ignore violence, disability, mental illness, neglect. I wouldn't.
I posted an ad on Craigslist, offering up my services to a bride-to-be as a professional bridesmaid -– hoping to use some of my skills and bridesmaid knowledge to help other brides.
I was scared and alone. After he put the needle in, I started crying.
If, as my college president stated in his letter, we have no tolerance for sexual misconduct, why did nothing happen to the perpetrators?
I needed the money, but I needed to feel powerful more.
The decision to apply for the visa to move to live with my partner in Sweden was not an extremely difficult one to make.
I had many clients who were wealthy executives, married with children –- supposedly upstanding citizens -- but who led double lives as drug-hungry perverts.