He Poured Beer Down My Jacket And Demanded My Call Sign Until He Realized Who I Really Was

that could be looked up in a file. I was talking about what rooms like this one teach themselves not to see. A woman alone at a bar. A woman clearly tired. A woman being touched after she said no, being watched and assessed and tested while the people with the authority to say something waited to see how it resolved on its own.

Those things never look continue reading …