Why Rape victims owe f*ck all to other people: My story and a lesson in empathy

I had just turned 17 when i was raped. I was new to town, and new to the kind of world I was about to become familiar with. Having grown up and spent most of my life in a painfully sheltered village, its safe to say i was somewhat naive to the ways of the world. Newark is not a big town, nor an exceptionally … Continue reading Why Rape victims owe f*ck all to other people: My story and a lesson in empathy

The health kick and the growling stomach

Everybody has a trigger, one which motivates them to get up and change their situation. Mine was about two weeks ago, as i sat with my feet up in front of the TV munching my bacon sandwich while staring in confusion as a man with a perfectly toned body tried to convince me that he got this way through minor electric convulsions. What could possibly … Continue reading The health kick and the growling stomach