I am not going to write a blog about …

Violation

And yet, here I am at the end of my rope in the brightness and terror of my own experience, lonely, mad, regressing, and at a various serious loss of spunkiness.

The thing I often say, from the so-called safe box of my Zoom screen, is that we don’t know our boundaries (How could we?) until they are shit on. Always gets a reaction, resonance, and is most…