Your blog inspired me to masturbate to memories of my rape. I’m that girl in your story. Fucking my fingers to the memory of him forcing himself on me. I came while sobbing for mercy. Thank you.

Good girl. Take that shit and own it; life gave you a weight to bear, and if you’re fortunate enough to wrench a little respite from your body now and then, hey… carpe-fucking-clitoris, baby.

And don’t forget to come back the next time you need inspiration.