Here are two things I never expected to be told in the same breath: “You’re so skinny! This will look cute on you,” and “I’m pretty sure you’re lying about that time your dad molested you.”
Nine months ago, I confronted my father about sexually abusing me as a child. Since then, my communication with my family has been limited, and it caught me off-guard when, just two weeks ago, my aunt invited me to meet her for lunch. I impulsively agreed, and initially, we started on the right note. After a few minutes of polite pleasantries, she handed me a gift bag. Inside, I found a hand-me-down Ann Taylor blazer with the tags still on (“I love the pattern, but it just doesn’t fit me”) and a copy of Meredith Maran’s My Lie: A True Story of False Memory (“I learned so much from this book. It’s amazing how unreliable our memories are, don’t you think?”). Never before had I felt so flattered and insulted all at once. Keep reading »
PAFU, in case you forgot, is a term coined by our dear Ami Angelowicz, which stands for “People Are Fucked Up.”
Mark Pickford, 41, from Manchester, England, has been cleared in the death of his cousin, Dawn Warburton, in what authorities believe was a “sex game gone wrong.” Yes, a sex game between cousins. Police found Pickford in Warburton’s bed in April 2013, the sheets covered in blood and her body hanging above him, her neck tied several times with his own rope, with over 30 injuries to her face and arms. Pickford claimed to remember nothing about what happened to his cousin, but did admit to having a sexual relationship with her that usually was instigated by the two of them drinking and doing drugs together. Keep reading »
Huzzah! A week from today, I’ll be sleeping in thanks to the Memorial Day holiday and anticipating the premiere of “Petals On The Wind,” Lifetime’s followup to the hugely successful TV movie adaptation of V.C. Andrews’ “Flowers In The Attic.” Rose McIver replaces Kiernan Shipka as now-grown Cathy, and Wyatt Nash plays her manly brother Christopher, but Heather Graham and Ellen Burstyn return as their wicked mother and grandmother. In this sequel, Cathy and Christopher return to Dollanganger Manor and come to face to face with their sordid past — but will they be able to resist temptation as the memories of their time in the attic come rushing back? You’ll have to watch on Monday, May 26 at 9 p.m. to find out! (Or just reread your dogeared copy of the book on the beach this weekend!)
“I felt uncomfortable because I would have had to go on a horse and he would have touched me up and shit. Once they told me what was entailed, I said no thanks.”
On one hand, I’m like, Who turns down a role on “Game of Thrones,” especially a role as cool as Yara (Asha) Greyjoy?! And on the other hand, I’m like, I don’t think the honor of being on one of TV’s best shows would be enough to scrub away the memory of my brother touching my tits. So yeah, I get it, Lily Allen, I get it. [Us Weekly]
(Trigger Warning: Discussion of incest and childhood sexual abuse.)
The greatest gift my father gave me was a passion for art. As a pianist and composer with a Master’s degree in Musicology, he infused our home with creativity throughout my childhood. He encouraged me to find my own outlet; instead of sports teams and debate club, my extracurricular activities included violin lessons, piano lessons, drawing classes, painting classes, dance classes, theater camp, and color guard practice. You name it, I tried it.
The day we discovered my true passion was the day my father brought home a video camera. As I started to experiment with filmmaking as a medium of expression, he shared with me his advice about being an artist: “Never compromise your artistic vision for mainstream success.” “Art should never be restricted to those who can afford museum admission or concert tickets – create art that can be accessible to the public.” “Look for the art around you in every day life and draw inspiration from it.” “Let art drive everything else in your life.”
My memory of my childhood is hazy, so I can’t remember if our talks about art started before or after my father molested me. It happened so casually, so blatantly, that I assumed it was normal, loving behavior. Given the way he would constantly praise my appearance, talk openly and explicitly about sex, and encourage me to feel comfortable walking around naked in front of him, I did not realize that what happened to me was abuse until I was an adult. Today, we no longer have a relationship. I have nightmares about hearing his voice when I pick up the phone. Looking at photographs of him makes my stomach churn. But as I write this, I am listening to one of his recordings over and over again, straining to hear the words I know he will never say. Keep reading »
I was clicking about the internet, looking for some news when I happened upon this gem of a piece on the Huffington Post entitled “There Are Plenty Of Twitter Users Who FInd Their Cousins Hot.” It’s just what the doctor ordered for a “Law & Order: SVU” fan with twisted curiosities.
On Christmas night, a man about the internet who tweets as @Mobute, went on what the Huffington Post called “an epic retweeting spree.” This is the first retweeting frenzy I’ve ever beheld. It really was epic. It appears that an unnervingly number of people find their cousins hot and are down to share that with the whole internet via Twitter. Read the top tweets on The Gloss…
Waffle & Wolf is a waffle shack in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, that serves all manner of amazing waffles, both savory and sweet. Apparently, Waffle & Wolf is also where a reddish-haired man works that reminds this Craigslist poster of her deceased father. At first, the ad reads like a woman searching for a potentially long-lost family member — could the ginger waffle maker be her half-brother?! But no. She indicates that despite the resemblance, the chances of them being related are slim — but couldn’t they pretend for the sake of her incest-fantasy? Yes, this Craigslist post (which has since been deleted) quickly goes from sweet to sexual and also really kind of sad. Keep reading »
It’s over, The Onion: a piece that went up today called “Adolescent Girl Reaching Age Where She Starts Exploring Stepfather’s Body” is a grenade-launch distance past the “too far” line. The humor site failed to make anything funny — like, at all — about a 13-year-old girl named Heather who is being sexually abused by her stepfather, Gary. “It will probably take time for Heather to figure out what does and doesn’t feel good to her stepfather, and she may be surprised to discover acne and hair in unexpected places on Craig’s body,” The Onion joked. “But it’s all part of growing up, and she should know that she is taking a very important step in life. It won’t be long before her childhood is gone forever.” The piece then suggests that if (if?) Heather is “confused or troubled by such experiences,” she should talk to her friends “who are going through the exact same thing.” Keep reading »