He raped me … he fondled me, he put me on all fours, and had sex with me.

I put myself on the line with my truth and my sexuality. That is my choice. My choice

I do know something. Just not with any certainty.

I told my mother at about the seventh year of therapy that I had been abused sexually by my father and she hung up the phone on me.

I'm very grateful for the platform that I've had in my life to speak out about the things I care about.

He never admitted anything, even on his deathbed. He was a deluded liar. If it weren't for my father, I don't think I would be so open. So that's a huge blessing.

I do not believe that I fell in love with a woman because I was abused.