We fucked like beasts. Like creatures. Like brutes.
In an old home movie, young Natalie is laughing and running around with a soccer ball. But a few years later, that laughing, carefree young girl was sold for sex allegedly through the website, Backpage. She estimates she was paid for sex over times, and she firmly believes that the site made it possible for her pimp to post ads offering her for sex over and over again.
At the time, I was in sports and all that was running through my mind was everything that would change and what my friends would think, let alone my parents. About 2 months later my boyfriend and I broke up and I ended up telling my parents. My experience did affect my relationship with my family.
He always did. He told me that if I ever told anyone we would both go to prison. It went on for about three years, until shortly after my dad died.
Unlike a lot of mothers in my suburban community, I have no problem talking to my kids about sex. I was raised by a stylish diva mom of the Mad Men era. This is what informed how I educated my daughter about sex, although my tutelage was far from embittered — because sex, love, and relationships have always been a highly satisfying part of my life.
I cast a searching look over the frame of my glasses. I could never figure out how people in movies did this so cavalierly; it always hurt my eyes. Maybe if I wore my frames farther down my nose.
Editor's note: Tara Weaver posted this essay on her personal Facebook page after the second presidential debate, when Donald Trump said that his talk of sexual assault was merely locker room banter. More than 4, people shared this story, and hundreds commented with their own devastating stories in the comments. Listen Listening
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