I was 11 years old, standing in line for the school cafeteria, on the cusp of my elementary school graduation, and suddenly a thought popped into my head. Y ou know fully and entirely who you are, my year-old brain said. You understand the world. And even if some future self tells you otherwise, always remember what you know at this very moment, right now. The result is an extraordinary exploration of sexual abuse, shaped by the ambiguities of memory and maturity. Much of the film takes place in flashback, as Jennifer tries to disentangle her subjective memories from objective reality. As she begins to reflect back on the past, we see her younger self, Jenny — a poised, statuesque teenage girl with a blonde half-ponytail — arriving at the summer horseback-riding program where she will gradually be groomed for abuse. The actress who plays her, Jessica Flaum, was around 16 when the film was shot. A bit later in the film, the adult Jennifer goes to visit her mom and looks through some photo albums.


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Purtabo: I'm pretty sure the whole point of pedophilia is an attraction to a child's innocence, and the harm done to them in the act of sex; reenacting the harm someone else caused you. That is certainly what has happened sometimes. But what evidence do you have that it's "the whole point of paedophilia"? A few cases does not make a rule, nor even that those cases must be the majority. So are you implying that all pedophiles are not damaged mentally? All the studies I have seen point to childhood abuse for pedophilia. Daystar Clarion: I was merely exaggerating the size of my significant other. The smaller the better, and I better not get in trouble for it.
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I have never been interested in blonds," said Ted. I mean, I've tried it, sort of the way gay guys have gone out with women, just to see what it felt like. But it didn't work. Ted and I were sitting outside on unsteady green plastic chairs at a brew pub in North Beach. It was a freezing spring evening and gusts of fog were whipping up Columbus Street.