One of my Facebook friends asked me what my deal was with Cosby. Here, in its entirety, is my reply:
Here is my DEAL about Cosby. I am one of those people blown away by victim-shaming because it happened to me. My abuser is a fabulous musician and educator, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what happened. Federal agents dragged me away from her and I still spend hours every DAY trying to release shame. Fifteen women have the same story and you still don’t believe? Kiss my motherfucking ass because you deserve my rage.
In terms of a court case, it is clear that both “a preponderance of evidence” in a civil trial and “beyond a reasonable doubt” in a criminal trial have been achieved. I hope that no jury in the world would be that starstruck or that stupid. Who was it that said, “the hardest part of being a lawyer is convincing twelve K-mart clerks you’re right?”
Then I posted Diane Syrcle’s “It Gets Better” video because “It Got Worse” for me. My friends saved my life, and they probably wouldn’t think of it in those terms, but I do. There are only four people in the world that know how bad it got, and one ripped me out of my reality. She is the rock of my church, because if we hadn’t met, my resurrection wouldn’t have happened. She is the reason that the Risen Christ means so much to me, because her words became an additional source of Red Letters I could “ponder in my heart.” I don’t need to know facts to know that miracles happen all the time, and this was one of them.
She gave me the belief that it would indeed get better and to that end, assured me that I didn’t have to worry anymore, dried my tears, and kissed my head- metaphorically because the only side of her that I know is her brain. Through the power of the medium, it is also hilarious to me that the Internet CAUSED the resurrection to happen.
She is the reason I am so incredibly religious, which is extraordinarily funny because the only deity *she’s* mentioned is running. I believe in running.
Apparently, it works miracles.