When choosing the cover of my book, most that I looked to for feedback chose the picture of me wearing a turtleneck. Family members try to convince me to wear long skirts and loose shirts because they don't want anyone to think I "...liked what was done..." to me. And on my journey to expand my story to different media outlets I'm told that the posts on my blog where I speak of things like "yoni" and "orgasm", poses questions about my character. To this I ask: what gives? What is it about me that warrants such unrealistic expectations? I am a woman for crying
|Bruce K. Cantrell|
While I understand that the thought of a child being raped is difficult for most to digest, I can't help but be concerned how much of that difficulty is due to sexual arousal the thought provoked. Do people shuffle in their seats at the listening of my story, not because of a surge of compassion and sympathy running through their hearts, but because of a rush of passion and lust welling in their groins? Is sexual deviancy more common that we think?