There was no camp or summer vacation for me that year. It was early summer, nice enough to be outside but not oppressively hot. I had recently moved in with my father, after years of conflict with my mother.

I was 12 years old, the summer before I turned 13. This is the story of how I lost my virginity against my will. This event, being raped at 12 years old, was one turn in the long and winding road back to myself. This experience is integrated into the fabric of my being, a bend in the road of my sexuality. ~ This story does not define me or my life.