Sexual Abuse
A Wooden Hairpin
When I was thirteen, I traded myself for a bowl of chicken soup. From that moment on, I knew I was born for this life. I used it to trade for one head after another.
The Lie of Platonic Love
My boyfriend insisted on a Platonic relationship, believing that carnal desire was a sin.
Just for trying to kiss him, he sent me away for “spiritual purification.”
The purification worked.
I no longer felt any desire for him.
However, my desire for other men doubled.
Later, as he stared at the hickey on my collarbone, he started acting like a lunatic in public again.
“Must you insist on falling into the abyss of sin?!”
His friend pulled me onto his lap, kissing my hand with a smirk. “I’ve committed a crime. Why don’t you call the police and have me arrested?”
