What I need from the men I love.

To men trying to do better in the midst of an epidemic of sexual violence.

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Ihave become a tempest, an unpredictable squall, churning with anger, sadness, frustration, mourning. I know this new emotional undertow is a mystery to you. It’s a mystery to me, too. I am awash in an ocean of grief, and the startling grip of its undercurrent has seized us both. I…