“But maybe when you never say a thing, your thoughts spread like mould.” — Tamara Faith Berger Copy Share Image
“My essay had evolved into thinking about fucking. You could be raped a thousand times and still be a virgin. I was writing about fucking by a master and fucking as a slave, about Hegel, the comfort women and teenage porno stars. Ms. Bain and Mr. Rotowsky could fail me, I didn’t care. I’d pass just with the bibliography. I… — Tamara Faith Berger Copy Share
“My mother kept calling me out of myself. She wanted to show me a picture, the first picture from the slave-ship exhibition. ‘This is… — Tamara Faith Berger Copy Share Image
“But maybe when you never say a thing, your thoughts spread like mould.” — Tamara Faith Berger Copy Share Image
“And then women will fuck men instead of men fucking them. And then this place can be burned to the ground.” — Tamara Faith Berger Copy Share Image
“At the beach, college girls lay in groups on the sand around buckets of drinks, their bums curved up like fruits. Mine didn’t do… — Tamara Faith Berger Copy Share Image
“I'd be more open than a book too. My spine would crack, I'd fall out in halves.” — Tamara Faith Berger Copy Share Image
“I was thinking: Girls get scared way too often. Girls get stupidly scared. I was not scared. Telling myself not to be scared kind… — Tamara Faith Berger Copy Share Image
“I remember the embarrassment I felt when Lie With Me came out over ten years ago. There was no good way for me to… — Tamara Faith Berger Copy Share Image
“I think that it’s a space that there are a lot of projections onto—the soon-to-be sexualized and already-sexualized young woman. There are so many… — Tamara Faith Berger Copy Share Image
