From the age of 13 to15, I lived a vagrant life on the streets of a small Northern town. Fleeing a violent psychopathic father: I had no choice but to seek hedonistic escape in pubs and clubs. Men of ages beyond my comprehension were only too willing to trade my offer of myself, willingly – or, so it seems. The truth is this: in exchange for the warmth and escape created by orgasm – I sought refuge in these men whilst sleeping in cars, woods, car parks and places of people I knew fleetingly or not at all.
It’s not that I didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t understand what it was, let alone that it occurred. It has taken me many years to be able to hold these experiences in my hand and allow into my life – Beth.
The girl who lived that life, frozen cold and waiting for my return.
Read the novel extracts that depict the life lived, the sex, the microscopic examination of orgasm, the female, the girl, the vulnerability and how those men navigated that: me.
Without healing we cannot be.
I urge all women to heal.
And, for men to understand misogyny.