The sexual abuse of children. Some people read that phrase and feel appalled, some feel titillated, some feel angry, some turned on. It’s interesting to see that just by writing that phrase I want to disappear for a while and do something destructive, distractive, anything to avoid these feelings. Thirty years later I’m still right there, pinned down and in pain and feeling like it was all my fault. Just because I’ve written a few words about it. The inherent power of this shit to fuck you up with nothing more than a sideways sneer is terrifying.
