[reality-inspired fiction; satire]
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Hello,My name is J--- I can remember being sexually harassed in my early adolescent years.
A male child of privilege, I lived in a southern European city in the late 1950s-60s in a luxurious apartment overlooking the monuments of that splendid capital.
A female member on my family's staff, D--- who made what now I realize were incessant sexual passes at me -- pointing, as a place of "pleasure" (for her), one of the several toilets in the apartment.
With a repeated movement of her right-hand index finger, implying violence (?), she not only once suggested, sans mots, that I join her in the servants' bathroom while she was taking a pee.
Her "soft power" attraction was so strong that my emerging "hard power" energy could do nothing to resist it.
I watched her taking a pee, with fascination -- and yes, an erection.
Still, she was kind enough to pay no attention to her viewer as a non-artist as a young (who) man.
