domestic violence

Escape

It is strange when asked “did you write about the actual escape?” I haven’t, not in one chunk. It is scattered throughout posts like a jigsaw puzzle, with pieces missing. This is by design, because, quite simply, talking about escaping makes me feel unsafe. I didn’t run once. I kept getting bounced back by the […]

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Why My Husband Hit Me.

My husband didn’t hit me because I fed him pasta, despite what his aunties said. My husband didn’t beat me almost to death because I didn’t clean the house well enough. He didn’t beat me because I refused to sleep with him – that wasn’t an issue, he just raped me anyway. My husband didn’t […]

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Pig’s Home!

My little Tokyo apartment might have been home, but it was rarely a refuge, hardly ever the safest place I could be. A few times he would be sent off for a few days, a week even, to China, or some other part of Japan, somewhere else, to do business with people in some important […]

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Missed Connections

I don’t know whether any of you read the missed connections on Craigslist? It is mostly a horrorshow of human sexual desperation, but there is the occasional gem. In the depths of the pandemic, protests raging, everyone scared, deaths rising, I found a woman, just wanting to wish everyone well, and ask them to stay […]

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Marriage is Murder

I refuse to make apologies, I refuse to be reasonable, I refuse to put caveats before anything I might write on this subject. Marriage is murder. The relationship between men and women is so unequal physically, socially, legally, that to endeavour to merge worlds, to enter into such a contract is just begging for trouble. […]

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