My Body, My Story
What I forgot, for years and years, were the details of what my body experienced at the time. But my body did not forget.
listen to your gut
I awoke to him on top of me! Already fucking me!
Literally behind his back! He was so drunk he didn’t even notice.
How crazy is that?
The worst thing, was leaving that bracelet behind, all for a horrible one-night stand!
Hilarious story gray area assault rape. It sucked but I’m not traumatizedMaybe it barely qualifies as assault
I’ve told this story before. I just have to tell it with a little bit more honesty.
How hard can it be?
Karissa Chen's fiction and essays have appeared in numerous publications, including Gulf Coast, PEN America, Guernica, and Longreads. She was awarded a Fulbright Fellowship to Taiwan in 2015-16 and received a 2019 Fellowship from the New Jersey Council on the Arts, and is a proud Fellow of both Kundiman and VONA/Voices. She currently serves as the Editor-in-Chief at Hyphen, Fiction Editor at the Rumpus, and a Contributing Fiction Editor at Catapult. She is working on a novel.
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