Know My Name: A Memoir

by Chanel Miller

But why are they allowed to touch us until we physically fight them off? Why is the door open until we have to slam it shut?

How she met my dad at a New Year’s party, they kissed at midnight,

Finally, I just want to make a statement for myself. Before all of this, I knew I’d never forget you. Over 8 years ago, you called me a fag and formulated opinions about me before knowing who I was. Look where we are now. The “fag” I am knows how to treat humans, wherever they may fall on the gender spectrum, with dignity and respect, and you are the face of sexual assault in the United States of America.