At 17, my boyfriend and I opened his bedroom door, hoping for some after-school fun, to find–centered neatly on his bed–a used condom in a jar. I think it was safe to say his mom found out we had sex.
Words by Beth Navarro
When we were in our twenties, my very best friend since the 4th grade confessed to me that her biological father had molested her, beginning around that time in elementary school, and that she had always felt so guilty and ashamed because she had grown to enjoy it.
Words by Misha Rongett
“Mrs. Jones? My daughter’s a whore. Don’t let her play with your daughter,” Mom hissed into the phone. She hung up and dialed again. Her sadistic glee scared and confused me. In sixth grade, who knew what whore meant? Mental illness. I know now. Back then, all was pain and shame.
Words and image by Loretta Kemsley, President, Women Artists and Writers International
I was riding the BART train when a homeless man said to me, “I can tell you love music. I’m going to give you this flute.” To this day I have no idea how he knew I’d sold my beloved flute when I moved; his generosity was amazing.
Words by sarawr
Gene Autry hired me to ride in the Buffalo Bill Jr. series as a double for Nancy Gilbert aka Calamity Jane. Next to bedazzling, breathtaking Dick Jones. Starred: The Range Rider, Gene Autry Show and Last of the Pony Riders. Heart aflutter, how does an eight-year-old talk to her heroes?
Words by Loretta Kemsley, President, Women Artists and Writers International
While staying with my boyfriend’s grandmother in Paris, I lay on our mattress on the living room floor and gave him oral gratification under a blanket while they chatted. I tried to be as quiet as possible, but there must’ve been a distinct bobbing motion under the blanket.
Words by Anonymous
I was 12, riding on the subway in Canada with my parents and brother, when we spotted Steve Carlton, ex-pitcher for the Philadelphia Phillies. He was my brother’s favorite player. My dad told Steve, “My son idolizes you.” Steve smiled softly and replied, “He shouldn’t.”
Words by Lisa Pellegrini