Part I - #metoo- I am 27 years old. I am talented, insecure, loved and scarred. I am also very strong, even in my weak moments. I have not been molested by Harvey Weinstein, but I have certainly faced unjustified degradation and fear at the hands of men who share Weinstein’s repulsive, if not identical, mind-frame. Today I am putting aside my work so that I may dedicate myself to relating the following story to you, my public. I have numerous stories, too many of which my subconscious has pillowed away with time, humiliated by the details. But I feel ready, finally, to not only uncover them once and for all, for myself, but to share them with those who may not realise that they need to hear them. During my late formative years, I lived in London. I had everything at my fingertips - museums and education, opportunities and freedom - but what I did not have were friends. I am a naturally introverted person, something that, perhaps, lessened the chances I had of really finding those one or two genuine others whom I could count on in a city as London. After a time I began to lie to myself, solely out of what I now know was an odd mixture of pride and debilitating loneliness. I told myself that my superficial, image-loving acquaintances were indeed my friends and that should any serious situation arise, they would have my back without hesitation. The downfall of this naïve figment of my imagination came to light when I was travelling alone by Tube one day. I had places to go and friends to meet - time was short - so of course I once again disregarded the dire warnings my mother gave me about so unwisely and so frequently using the Tube as my ‘safe’ means of transport. Disliking being squashed so closely between strangers in the seating bays, that day I chose to stand near the tram car’s double doors. My expression, by then well accustomed to the grey mask donned by so many fellow Londoners, was placidly staring into empty space. I was on the Piccadilly Line, soon to dismount at Holborn. Shifting my footing a bit, I quickly noticed a man staring up at me from a seat a few metres away, subtly licking his lips.