My father was perverse. A predator indignant and undeserving of any humanity that came from me, but my mother was spiritual, cultural and had a faith that moved her to believe your father… is your father, even if he is a failure. Thus, when I think of forgiveness I do not think of my dad.…

Women talk about sex, and we enjoy it, if a man is good. the keyword IF. For a lot of us, we could not explain the rising obsession misogynistic men had with women becoming loose: both sexually and economically. For The Producer, a man who could barely bust a nut unless it was filled with…

Being able to call my dad a piece of shit, has been surprisingly liberating, and not in this vindictive kind of way. It feels cathartic, powerful, and I hope in time totally relieving over the fact that he was, actually,. In essence, I am giving myself the freedom to call my father a horrible human…

My father gaslit me so much, I cannot even go pass a smokers´ sections anymore. I, literally, should tattoo flammable on my ass. For my father, gaslighting was the Reverse-Uno of psychological abuse and one of his favorite tools. You could not tell him he was bad, if anything, he was just flawed or lost,…

To my dad, pity was love, which is why he loved it when people pitied… it meant they cared and also forgot to ask him if it was reciprocal. Yet, I found the quality annoying on him. As we walked through the Basilica, he proceeded to talk about these mysterious, suicide attempts without mentioning who,…