I’m not here for anyone else’s entertainment than my own, and if I don’t feel like describing myself to someone, I don’t have to. And if you’re going to compel people to do it or threaten them with a ban, you don’t understand what “consensual” means.
I’ve not been a counselor for long. I’ve only had my limited license a little over a year. Add to that my internship experience and I’ve got a whopping two years of part-time, volunteer counseling under my belt. But in that time, I’ve heard things. Awful things. Things I could never have imagined are going …
I’ll never forget their faces, even though I only met with them once: A mother and daughter, both looking terribly shaken, both wishing they could be anywhere but where they were. Where they were was with me, inside a small room used for counseling at our local rape crisis center. They were there because the …
Temira: How would you feel if the woman who got raped was someone close to you – would it still be a turn-on?
Fudd: Tery much so. Surprised?
Temira: Even as you watched her cry, or feel like hurting herself, or fall into depression?
Fudd: Yes, because I would encourage her to turn that depression and affliction into a sexual addiction
Adam: Hi there Temira — did the men take their time with you?
Temira: What answer are you hoping for?
Adam: That is up to you — just tell me what happened