With the Poke of A Stick
I awakened to my sexual vulnerability as a woman
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3 min readDec 31, 2022
I awoke abruptly in the middle of the night. Something was poking my upper leg. Foggy from sleep, I tried to figure out what was happening. It was hot — one of those muggy nights in Southern Illinois in the late 1960s in a house without air conditioning. Who had money for that? In an old house without insulation? I’d left the window cracked…