When I was four, my babysitter sexually abused me. It wasn’t violent, but it certainly wasn’t consensual or right. She had all the power, and specifically told me not to share what was going on. A 15- or 16-year old girl, innocently curious or not, isn’t supposed to do what...
Bob Woodward, you media gigolo,you're making me think naughtythoughts about you---Deepthroatingthe ripe juicy details out of that HousePainted White, mongering our Fearsas you always have since the daysof Tricky Dick, back when thisCountry had the matching hangingjowls, remember? So sinister werethose loose flaps of aging skin thatyou and your partner took y'all's finestfountain pens and... Continue Reading →
