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I think it’s more valuable to write about how I see the world because of what’s happened to me.  In writing a rape survivor’s narrative, I forgot to give a rape survivor’s perspective.  I forgot myself.

He was!  No one talked to this guy in high school.  He gave all of himself to everyone.  That would freak most people out.  When was the last time someone offered all their resources to you?  When was the last time you offered all your resources to someone?

Nobody does that.  That’s weird.  Isn’t it?

Why do I feel so certain nothing I could possibly think of writing is worthy of even an iPhone note?