I had to sit with this story for a while to realize why it bothered me so much. And it eventually hit me that it’s because they treated you as less than a person, and I hate that. I know you fuck on film (beautifully, btw), but at that moment, I understood how you would feel more used by Opie and Anthony than by any hardcore director. Because it wasn’t your sexuality they wanted–they wanted to break you down, to establish some kind of adolescent dominance over a woman who probably intimidates and simultaneously arouses them.

So I dunno, Bree. You know? I’m sorry that something like that happened to you, of course, but I’m also sorry that we’ve set up this crazy celebrity meat grinder where that kind of nasty, degrading trick is secondary only to the painful fallout. For what it’s worth, from a guy who doesn’t and probably never will know you, I think you deserve much, much better from the world than that. We all do.