I am free to sing in bookstores and on the street. I am able to wear make-up if I want to and this does not mean I “asked” to be raped. At the age of 19, in a dormitory room the week before my Sophomore year in Nursing School a man stole my virginity and soul. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about him. I heal my life by being disloyal to all my abusers and that includes my father (a cop), and my brother who works at the Pentagon. I love my body today and my sexual self. They are both sacred and sex that isn’t sacred is well, just out of the question. I am one of a billion and in my world of justice I walk the streets, even at night, respected and honored.