Tamara Faith Berger

“My essay had evolved into thinking about fucking. You could be raped a thousand times and still be a virgin. I was…

— Tamara Faith Berger

“My mother kept calling me out of myself. She wanted to show me a picture, the first picture from the slave-ship exhibition.…

— Tamara Faith Berger

“But maybe when you never say a thing, your thoughts spread like mould.”

— Tamara Faith Berger

“And then women will fuck men instead of men fucking them. And then this place can be burned to the ground.”

— Tamara Faith Berger

“At the beach, college girls lay in groups on the sand around buckets of drinks, their bums curved up like fruits. Mine…

— Tamara Faith Berger

“I'd be more open than a book too. My spine would crack, I'd fall out in halves.”

— Tamara Faith Berger

“I was thinking: Girls get scared way too often. Girls get stupidly scared. I was not scared. Telling myself not to be…

— Tamara Faith Berger

“I remember the embarrassment I felt when Lie With Me came out over ten years ago. There was no good way for…

— Tamara Faith Berger

“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…

— Tamara Faith Berger