My Body is Mine

My Body is Mine

Non-consensual touch started young for me. I had to kiss or hug my uncles and aunties when I saw them… and, because ‘she meant well’ and ‘it’s how she is’, it was okay for my Italian neighbour to pinch my cheeks – hard! Fortunately for me, while those things were...
When the Harm Isn’t Touch, It’s Words

When the Harm Isn’t Touch, It’s Words

I don’t have any recollection of a time when I was touched without consent. I’ve thought about it. I’ve really looked. Nothing. I know that’s not the story many women carry, and I don’t take that lightly. But when I dug deeper, what kept coming up for me wasn’t touch....