Stormy’s 

bedtime

story,

following

the boring

inventory

of receipts

that started

this week’s

dramas,

included 

silk pajamas, 

a detail

that oddly

lended

credibility

to the incredible

testimony.

Stormy’s

story

is familiar;

It’s close,

but no

cigar—

reminiscent

of the intern

and the president—

a young woman,

once again,

shamed

and famed

in a power

disparity,

a problem

unnamed

until

recently. 

Ironically,

(if you can 

stomach

the imagery

mentally),

in her telling,

it was telling

that he

was the

seducer,

(or so

he thought)

reducing

her to

dissociate

during

the inappropriate

act.

There was

the fact

that there

was no

protection

from

pregnancy

or STD

(or STI,

more accurately,

despite

her testing

negatively

prior

to their

activity).

Technically

consensual,

the story

is less

sexual

than

objectionable,

despicable 

in the details

of during

and after.

It’s a story

of power

and control

of a woman

and the 

lonely

silence

bought

and sold

until

her voice

finally

told

what was

ignored:

she is

human

with limited

resources

or recourses

which

reinforces

the disparity

so easy

to overlook

and almost

impossible

to overcome.

It’s the backdrop

to the plot

to falsify

documents

for payments

and deflection 

before 

the election

after 

the Hollywood

Access video

dropped.

Meanwhile,

in the classified

documents

trial,

now postponed

indefinitely,

we see

a woman

supposedly

with power—

the judge,

no less—

seeming

submission

to Trump’s

petition,

perhaps

for a future

position

in a future

Trump

administration.

This is history.

And her

story

will matter

someday

too.