MOM: Have you tried therapy? FRIEND: This isn't something either of us wants to "cure." MOM: But it's not normal. FRIEND: It's more normal than most people imagine.
...I write about kinky shit. Mostly. If you were to really boil it down to its essence, I write about feelings.
I couldn't call red that day. I couldn't say a word and end that nightmare.
Life tried to break me and I got stronger.
"Aren't there better ways to punish me?" she asked.
When the pain started, she pulled up the image of a man - this one or that one or the other one, urging her to continue.
He made me count them and thank him for each one, and I did - knowing they would be the last ten I'd ever get from him.