Carmen Aguirre and Words Left Unsaid

suffering: I’m Carmen, according to Globe and Mail. Nice to meet you again. Words left unsaid, verbal daggers sharpened after the fact, the things we’d confidently articulate should the source of our suffering somehow appear in front of us. This is a catch-all ASF view; only displays when an unsupported article type is put in an ASF drop zone This is how Carmen Aguirre, one of the so-called Paper Bag Rapist estimated 150 victims, greets the man whose tactics were so torturous and sadistic many believed him to be a myth concocted by parents to scare their daughters into obeying curfew. Her suffering, though, engineered the way much of her future would be felt: He was always present in my bedrooms of love and sex, in the four chambers of my heart, my guts, my womb, in the childhood forest I hadn’t returned to since the rape, present in the booming recital hall of my skull, she writes of her rapist, whose real name is John Horace Oughton. Aguirre second memoir, Mexican Hooker #1, is not a book about rape per se, nor is it a book about the man who raped her. (www.immigrantscanada.com). As reported in the news.