“Maybe It Wasn’t Violent, but It Was Rape”: Constance Wu Is Ready to Tell Her Story

When Ty asked me out on a date, it felt like I had been invited to the popular kids’ table. He was thirty-six and he was a real New Yorker. Ty was tall and broad-shouldered. He had the kind of skin where you could tell he probably had freckles on his shoulders. Ty was wonderful on that first date. Held the door open for me, pulled out my chair. We skipped small talk and shared our thoughts on art and culture. He worked some kind of generic nine-to-five job but was an aspiring novelist. I considered myself an aspiring artist… Read Full Article