Mary and I the dehumanization and brutality of the pornography industry part #9
Mary, (not her alter ego the infamous pornography entertainer) would approve of this blog, I’m certain. To expose the brutality and inhumane treatment she is suffering, to deter others from this horrible fate, to scream until she could scream no more….. to release the unimaginable horror she has endured. Yet she can’t, so I will.
You see, Mary would often send me anti-rape and abuse links to websites and videos. Often her Facebook and twitter posts would contain sexual/domestic abuse and anti-rape content. At first I was puzzled and could not understand the message. Yet as we began dating, as we became so very intimate, Mary revealed the rapes, beatings, kidnappings, and being drugged. Her loneliness, sadness and pain grabbed me by the heart. I lived it too. As a youth I was beaten severely by my mother, living in a feminist, lesbian household My father left my mother as soon as I was old enough to walk. She hated men. Mother saw my father when she looked my way and any excuse for a beating became no excuse at all. The telephone cords hurt the most.
I was a runaway on the streets of L.A.
Living with Punk Rockers, misfits and other social outcasts, squatting in abandoned homes, apartments and various makeshift dwellings, I was accosted/propositioned often. The thoughts ran through my teenage mind, other kids I knew did it… I never arrived at that final destination.
I began to understand, her muted cry for help, justice and liberty. The dichotomy, this internal dialog within herself, destroying her mind and soul, as she struggles with the wrenching reality of living life as a mere object, more akin to a trick pony than a woman. Tormented beyond sanity, abusing herself, being abused, abusing others and unable to find internal happiness, Mary replaced dignity and self-esteem with mere material items. She herself having no more self-worth than the very things she was ultimately unable to even afford.