On BDSM & Assault: A Personal Story

It was a summer night in Sonoma County, California and I was in a hot tub with some friends and acquaintances. I was looking up at the trees and at the stars beyond them, pure white. Around me people soaked, passed a joint around, drank wine warmed by the hot water, and talked about fucking. They talked about who they were fucking, and who they wanted to fuck, the important stuff that surfaces when a group of people get drunk and high together in the redwoods.

I’m an essayist and poet. violetmclean.com

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