Autumn ( or how the Republican candidate brought up stuff for me)


I was going to write about the time my boss groped me at a bar after firing me.

But it’s time for the harvest.

I was going to tell you about when I was solicited to be an escort and earn lots of money.

But it’s time for Halloween.

I was going to tell you all about the time the high school basketball coach threw me across his lap and spanked me because he felt entitled.

But, I want to think about pumpkin bread.

I wanted to write about the time my brother’s father-in-law drew me in close during a dance at my brother’s wedding. He told me he was going to fuck me someday.

But I’d rather write about the fall leaves and the smell of autumn.

I wanted to tell you when my uncle stared at my nakedness when I was sitting cross-legged in my nightie. I was 8 years old. But, that’s too embarrassing to repeat. I don’t want to remember when he came on to me at my salon, grabbing my ass and telling me some things I’d rather not repeat.

These are only some of the things that happened to me.

Sexual predators, sexual harassment.

It’s all about how it makes a woman or girl feel when being groped, handled and made to feel less than human. What woman dare share these things with a parent, a friend or a trusted sibling?

The shame. The guilt.

But, we as women need to speak out. Tell your friend. A trustworthy, caring adult.

It’s harvest time. Time to reap the rewards of womanhood.

Smell the pumpkin bread. Smile at the blessings of being born a woman. Smell the autumn air. Breathe again. And vote.

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