For the first time, she also recounts her own experience with sexual assault and validates for herself and all women – if your body and psyche experiences something as a violation – then it’s a violation.
I want to be out of my mind, talk to myself in epitaphs, measure success with hysteric laughs, eat pie and dance in the afternoon rain of my failure to complete, never become neat, or anything close to perfect.
Woundmates are not to be confused with soulmates, which can also trigger shadowy material to the surface of consciousness, but are sourced in a more promising and fertile wellspring, one that fosters real growth and progress.
Without any effort at containment, I hurtled over the back-jacks and pounced on top of her. In a soulbeat, we were undressed and writhing madly on the temple floor. The Buddha was aghast, as we attached, desired and clung our way to God.