![]() I was suddenly privy to the details of an oft-imagined scene that involved him and me, where he was pressing his “hardness” against me….When he asked me to touch myself, I sighed and murmured in the right places, but refrained from laying a hand on myself. He told me of my beautiful mouth, intense eyes, the way he watched my body at school. Ivers purring in my ear, because it was peppered with things I did understand. Instead, she honors the skeptical, desirous 13-year-old girl enraptured by a charming creep of a man who showered her with praise not just for her body, but for the writer and young woman she aspired to be. ![]() Ortiz’s memoir Excavation because it seemed like a lofty undertaking: In a story about an affair between a teenager and her 15-years-older teacher, was it possible to not to slip too far into overtly salacious or preachy, finger-wagging territory? But from the very first chapter, Ortiz doesn’t succumb to the Dateline-ready predator-victim stereotypes we’ve come to expect, nor does she shy away from the complexities of such a dynamic-the power, the manipulation, even the sexual chemistry. ![]()
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