Over the past few days, there has been many responses from people who have watched the video of Donald Trump and Billy Bush that went viral on Friday afternoon.
We’re referring to the footage, circa 2005, of Trump bragging to Bush about the women he’s slept with; the women he’s tried to sleep with; and the way a “star” can “get away with anything” when it comes to members of the opposite sex.
Like going up to them and just grabbing them genitalia.
But no response to this outlandish, disgusting taped conversation has captured our attention like that of Amber Tamblyn.
The 33-year-old actress wrote a graphic essay on Instagram about being sexually assaulted by her ex, including it as the caption of a picture of Trump kissing a Miss Universe winner.
Here is that photo of Trump, which takes on a different light now that we’ve heard Trump tell Bush that often just goes up to beautiful women and starts kissing them.
“I don’t even wait,” he says in the notorious video, presumably for permission from said women, according to Trump himself.
“I need to tell you a story. With the love and support of my husband, I’ve decided to share it publicly,” Tamblyn begins.
She then launches into a story so sordid and so personal that the only way for us to do it justice is to share the story, word-for-word, in its entirety below.
Here it is:
A very long time ago I ended a long emotionally and physically abusive relationship with a man I had been with for some time. One night I was at a show with a couple girlfriends in Hollywood, listening to a DJ we all loved.
I knew there was a chance my ex could show up, but I felt protected with my girls around me. Without going into all the of the details, I will tell you that my ex did show up, and came up to me in the crowd. He’s a big guy, taller than me.
The minute he saw me, he picked me up with one hand by my hair and with his other hand, he grabbed me under my skirt by my vagina— my pussy?— and lifted me up off the floor, literally, and carried me, like something he owned, like a piece of trash, out of the club.
His fingers were practically inside of me, his other hand wrapped tightly around my hair. I screamed and kicked and cried. He carried me this way, suspended by his hands, all the way across the room, pushing past people until he got to the front door. My friends ran after him, trying to stop him.
We got to the front door and I thank God his brothers were also there and intervened. In the scuffle he grabbed at my clothes, trying to hold onto me, screaming at me, and inadvertently ripped off my grandmother’s necklace, which I was wearing. The rest of this night is a blur I do not remember.
How I got out to the car. How I got away from him that night. I never returned for my necklace either. That part of my body, which the current Presidential Nominee of the United States Donald Trump recently described as something he’d like to grab a woman by, was bruised from my ex-boyfriend’s violence for at least the next week.
I had a hard time wearing jeans. I couldn’t sleep without a pillow between my legs to create space. To this day I remember that moment. I remember the shame. I am afraid my mom will read this post. I’m even more afraid that my father could ever know this story.
That it would break his heart. I couldn’t take that. But you understand, don’t you? I needed to tell a story. Enjoy the debates tonight.
There’s not much for us to add here.
Not long before writing this post, Tamblyn shared the above picture on Instagram of her and husband David Cross.
She wrote as a caption:
“Happy 4th wedding anniversary to the most talented, wonderful, handsome, compassionate, inquisitive, kind, loving and understanding person I have ever known… Me. I love you, Me. And also David. @davidcrossofficial.”
We salute Amber Tamblyn for this brave post and admission.