I know because I asked her. She did not say it. I did not hear it. Not directly anyway.

It is difficult to make a film about sexuality when you are a white male. Lots of things come easy, and there is a lack of education about how men should treat women. Religion can make talk of sex forbidden, or brief and deeply uncomfortable at best. Too many young men never learn about what women truly want, sexually and otherwise, which is connected to how they navigate life and all the decisions they make, as having sex is a primal drive. Without education about how to handle these drives, things can go badly, or even violenlty when men don’t get what they want, or think they deserve, from women.

When I started producing these films, I knew I had a lot to learn. I had no idea how wide the division was between what men and women think is acceptable behavior.

I don’t know if Sutton believed in her heart all the things she talked about in this film. When do women give up trying to be treated with respect, and simply begin to hate and avoid men? I don’t know.

This film, like all our films, is tonal and experimental. Nobody needs another polemic. I have no answers, only ideas and hopes. They are set down here. I tried to honor both Sutton’s truth as she saw it, and my horror in hearing some of the things she shared with me. Some of it I cut out. It was too fucked up. To be perfectly honest with you, the whole thing is fucked up. Nobody talks to each other these days. It’s all truncated text messages, which have been reduced further by the use of emoji’s. Ghosting people. What the fuck is that? Well, Sutton told me, and that just made me feel even lower.

I hope you like the film. I hope it makes you think differently. I hope we start re-evaluating how we treat each other, and relate to each other, as men and women.