I agreed to have a piece of art publically displayed in Ft. Lauderdale for Sexual Assault Awareness Month... and it will have my real name on it. I'm kinda panicked, but also kinda relieved. I keep reminding myself it wasn't my fault, so here's a step towards saying that out loud, knowing that I shouldn't be ashamed of it...
(I may regret this some day, but I may not)