Cover photo by Eye for Ebony. 2 minute read. Dear FTND, “Fifty Shades Freed?” More like fifty DAYS freed! I wanted to just simply explain a little of…
I walked into an empty house today. My husband of 11 years, the man who I love and wanted to spend my golden years swinging on a…
The following story is a personal account that was originally posted on Honey, an organization dedicated to stopping the silence on the subject of sexual assault. Honey is a…
My story begins when I first fell in love and had my first kiss. I fell head over heels for my then boyfriend and I thought he…
Dear Fight the New Drug, I have debated with myself for a while whether or not I should try to reach out and share my story, and…
I was to the point that sex and shaking a hand were all the same to me. It didn’t matter if the other actor or actors were girls or guys it didn’t matter if it was one camera or five cameras with a crew of 20, nothing mattered anymore. This went on for about six months, and then, one day, I found myself wishing I would die.
“That moment changed me. Rebecca’s compassion didn’t make me complacent; it motivated me more than anyone or anything else ever could.”
“I dated a guy who was really into porn. He introduced me to a porn site that he visited often and encouraged me to join and become a model.”
“At seven years old or so, I was groomed with adult porn, then child sexual abuse images, and then I was used in it… Boys are abused, trafficked for sex, and used in porn.”
“This was the lie I had been told: that in porn, for the first time in my life, I would have control over what I would or wouldn’t be asked to do sexually. I would have a say in what would happen with my body.”
Here’s something to consider: no one needs porn. Guys don’t need porn. Women don’t need porn. People can choose for themselves.
“I was a fully-fledged addict. I needed drugs to get me through porn scenes. I needed drugs to numb my pain. I needed drugs to make me feel ‘happy.'”
