The Confession

I have made the decision to cough up my ghastly little secret. Before it’s done for me, as is happening a lot lately. From Hollywood to the US Senate. From Westminster to the BBC. It’s all coming out. And there’s no stopping it now. Harrassment, groping, coercion, rape – the full works. There’s photographic evidence of my misdemeanor, you see. No way to get around that, is there? I shouldn’t have. But I did. It was a long time ago though. So that mitigates things a little bit. I hope. But for shame, I did it. I crept up behind the poor girl, reached out – with both hands, no less – and made Continue reading “The Confession”