It’s not her fault, but
My friend said, “It’s not her fault, but . . .” and I gasped.
In the wake of four rapes and one sexual assault reported at Cal State San Marcos this September, and the filing of the civil case alleging gang rape at Cornell University, chatter on every platform has been plentiful. Informed and otherwise.
None of it is surprising.
Fuck
I’ve resisted “fuck” in my writing. Even on social media it felt unseemly and unnecessary, despite my fluent use of the word in spoken English. The only explanation is my roots in the rather puritan South. Today, however—or more accurately, of late—I’ve stepped away from that prohibition and am eager to put “fuck” to good use. It seems so apropos of our times
My Abortion Stories
At 18, I had an IUD. One day, mid-coitus, my partner yelped. An embryo had spurned the device. Ouch. …
Father, Sir
A sign declaring him a sesquipedalianist adorned his office door. How like him, the lover of one-and-a-half foot long words, to proclaim his eccentricity so proudly and chuckle at it with the same enthusiasm.
