These entries were originally written in private on a secret Tumblr blog.

August 10thWhen I was 3 or 4, I was molested by a woman who babysat me. I don’t have any memories of it, thankfully. I found out in my late teens because I’d overheard my parents mentioning it while drunk and partying with friends. I pried for answers and my mother told me ( Read more... )

December 2nd

I know it's natural and human and all that, but I hate saying it anyway because I'm not a goddamn bro and I really do just want love more than anything else... but I am furiously sexually frustrated lately. I wish there were anything I could do about it, but I live an isolated life, I'm not on social media, I'm ugly, I don't think I ( Read more... )

Unfortunately, even after I disappeared from the Internet, the ripple effect of the callout would extend to at least two more women from my past, who would see the latest drama as a great opportunity to scavenge off the attention that these spectacles seemed to earn the people who led them. Perhaps they were both being sincere in their testimonies ( Read more... )

I wound up spending two nights there with Jess. We had sex again and watched TV shows on Netflix. I tried to cum and laugh at things even though it was so hard to remain present and to find anything at all funny or pleasurable. We ate burritos she made us in her chaotic kitchen and I brought her to a doctor's appointment for her back. She was still ( Read more... )

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Note: These entries are not written with the intention of slandering or canceling anyone. This is what I do, and what I've done since 2002: write about everything in graphic detail, the good and the bad. These things happened, to me, and I wrote all of this with only the goal of articulating the story and my feelings to the best of my abilities ( Read more... )

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Here's the zine. I wanted to address it directly--page by page, point by point. The purpose of writing this, as well as the preceding entries, is to finally process all of these things that happened to me in detail, while attempting to share and defend my reality and experience as I lived it. I put more effort than was called for into guaranteeing ( Read more... )

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