Misogynist female book reviewers prefer self-loathing discussions on James Lasdun’s very important fiction about peeping on black women over my story of being raped. They want to shower him with accolades as a “writer’s writer” for using salmon as symbolism for a dead Asian woman’s vagina. Oh, and don’t forget his description of lady bits as smelling “pungent” (Maybe yours, ladies, but not mine.).
I am ugly when I am furious, and I never shed a tear, not even after my boyfriend dislocated my shoulder. In fact, I put my shoulder back in place myself and later took a hammer to the diamond ring he’d handmade for me because the pain was intolerable.