A billion years ago (8 years? more?), I began to write my reported memoir on female sexuality and rape culture. At the time, the book focused on how I had become a sex writer in order to fix what I saw as my own brokenness and sexual dysfunction.
A few years after that, however, I became pregnant with my daughter. Suddenly, I was no longer writing about this private pain of mine. This one terrible experience. Instead, I was writing for my daughter. I was writing to fix her future.