Writer Kay Cannon returns to the team to pen the next chapter.
And what was my option, anyway? I was erect for much of my rape at least the parts for which I was awake, but probably other parts, too ; my assailant knew how to stimulate the physiological response of an erection — as opposed to the emotional or psychological response — even if I was crying or actively trying to think about unsexy things.
Ugh, I wanna rape this printer.
Any discussion of rape is going to require us as a culture to get much more imaginative about it.
I wanted to be as far away as I could.
So much — too much — of our collective gay story is about sadness and despair and downfall.
Yet rape is, ironically, always on the tongues of men.
He moved out soon afterward, which helped erase the existence of that place for me.