rightkindofme
Diamond Member
But I'm going to do it anyway. Because I'm like that.
So when I was 19, two years after prosecuting my father for rape which resulted in my brother lighting himself on fire and my father sitting in the garage with the motor running, and two months after I was raped and the police told me they wouldn't "ruin that nice boy's life for me", I joined the bdsm community. In my first six weeks I asked someone to play. We met through IRC and we did most of our negotiations online.
That sounds pretty dodgy. Even though I was meeting people online they were all people with serious real-life presence in the scene. All of the people in this particular IRC channel were very active in the real-time bdsm community. Many for a decade or more. So I was new but they all knew one another.
The negotiations were: no scat, no water sports, and no cattle prods. I don't do safewords. If I say "no" or "stop" I mean it.
Of course that means he saran wrapped me to a table and put a tazer on my genitals. "It's not a cattle prod." I was hysterically screaming "no no no no" and "please stop" as fast as I could. He turned the tazer on and told me he wouldn't stop till I safeworded. I did instantly. I believe my phrasing was, "Then safeword you son of a bitch."
The San Jose PD were watching because they did security for that party. The DMs (Dungeon Monitors--the people who ostensibly make you "safe" in the public community) were quite concerned that I not make a scene because the police were there. Shut up already.
A few times over the years I have made bitter references to this with the person in question but I've never really sat down to talk to him about it.
I'm going to see him tomorrow. He doesn't know why we are meeting. I told him that a mutual friend put me up to it. I told him that I wanted to talk to him about something too complicated to put in writing (not true but I'm not going to ask him to read 50 pages of text) and he agreed to meet with me.
The funny thing is, his son and and my oldest daughter were born three hours apart on the same day. The day before their due dates.
The kids will play at the park and he and I will sit on a bench.
Why am I doing this?
I'm bringing an amount of grief to this that isn't fair considering what happened. I will almost certainly tell him so.
I hope to Christ he apologizes. More than anything in the whole f*cking universe I want one man who has hurt me to actually apologize. I have an agenda. That's why I'm going. I want to tell him a little bit about myself (I'm pretty sure he knows basically nothing) and I am going to ask him to apologize. Frankly I would love it if he would be willing to publicly talk about this mistake and what he has learned from it.
If someone who has violated my boundaries was willing to do that--just f*cking one--I think I could be a lot less bitter. I think I could believe that not everyone is shit. I know I'm not supposed to admit that I feel that way about basically everyone. It's "not nice".
We'll see how it goes. It's been 12 years. He's a lot older now. Now he's in his 50's. He has a kid. He has settled down. Maybe he will surprise me. I hope so.
So when I was 19, two years after prosecuting my father for rape which resulted in my brother lighting himself on fire and my father sitting in the garage with the motor running, and two months after I was raped and the police told me they wouldn't "ruin that nice boy's life for me", I joined the bdsm community. In my first six weeks I asked someone to play. We met through IRC and we did most of our negotiations online.
That sounds pretty dodgy. Even though I was meeting people online they were all people with serious real-life presence in the scene. All of the people in this particular IRC channel were very active in the real-time bdsm community. Many for a decade or more. So I was new but they all knew one another.
The negotiations were: no scat, no water sports, and no cattle prods. I don't do safewords. If I say "no" or "stop" I mean it.
Of course that means he saran wrapped me to a table and put a tazer on my genitals. "It's not a cattle prod." I was hysterically screaming "no no no no" and "please stop" as fast as I could. He turned the tazer on and told me he wouldn't stop till I safeworded. I did instantly. I believe my phrasing was, "Then safeword you son of a bitch."
The San Jose PD were watching because they did security for that party. The DMs (Dungeon Monitors--the people who ostensibly make you "safe" in the public community) were quite concerned that I not make a scene because the police were there. Shut up already.
A few times over the years I have made bitter references to this with the person in question but I've never really sat down to talk to him about it.
I'm going to see him tomorrow. He doesn't know why we are meeting. I told him that a mutual friend put me up to it. I told him that I wanted to talk to him about something too complicated to put in writing (not true but I'm not going to ask him to read 50 pages of text) and he agreed to meet with me.
The funny thing is, his son and and my oldest daughter were born three hours apart on the same day. The day before their due dates.
The kids will play at the park and he and I will sit on a bench.
Why am I doing this?
I'm bringing an amount of grief to this that isn't fair considering what happened. I will almost certainly tell him so.
I hope to Christ he apologizes. More than anything in the whole f*cking universe I want one man who has hurt me to actually apologize. I have an agenda. That's why I'm going. I want to tell him a little bit about myself (I'm pretty sure he knows basically nothing) and I am going to ask him to apologize. Frankly I would love it if he would be willing to publicly talk about this mistake and what he has learned from it.
If someone who has violated my boundaries was willing to do that--just f*cking one--I think I could be a lot less bitter. I think I could believe that not everyone is shit. I know I'm not supposed to admit that I feel that way about basically everyone. It's "not nice".
We'll see how it goes. It's been 12 years. He's a lot older now. Now he's in his 50's. He has a kid. He has settled down. Maybe he will surprise me. I hope so.