Burning tracts at my book release party
I'm more than six years out and truly not bitter anymore. Therapy and living my damn life as I choose helped with that. But when I published my book, a fictionalized account of leaving the cult and becoming a Dominatrix, I knew I wanted to celebrate with immersive theatre. So, I invited fans and friends to a book release party (like no other) and staged a scene where the "elders" busted in to break up the "immoral gathering," hand out tracts, and urge us to repent. All in good fun, of course. Guess what I did to them? haha
