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Summary
This document appears to be a page from a personal narrative or memoir collected as evidence by the House Oversight Committee (Bates stamped 018453). The text details a woman's emotionally turbulent and physically painful relationship with a man named Richard, who is described as a polyamorous BDSMer who inflicted bruises that left scars. The narrator describes a dynamic of infatuation, anger, and pain, noting that while the relationship did not revolve around sex, it was defined by pain and emotional conflict.
People (3)
| Name | Role | Context |
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| Richard | Subject of narrative |
Described as a 'BDSMer' and 'polyamorous'; accused of being emotionally unavailable but making efforts to be sensitiv...
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| Narrator (I) | Author |
Female (implies 'woman spurned'), describes emotional vulnerability, infatuation, and anger towards Richard.
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| Andrew | Close friend |
Friend of the narrator who noticed a bruise on her leg and expressed worry.
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Organizations (1)
| Name | Type | Context |
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| House Oversight Committee |
Implied by footer 'HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_018453', indicating the document is part of a congressional investigation.
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Locations (1)
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Location visited by Richard, during which he called the narrator every night.
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Relationships (2)
Narrator describes infatuation, anger, being 'toyed with', and physical bruises left by Richard. Richard identified as BDSMer and polyamorous. Narrator states relationship 'didn't particularly involve sex. Just pain.'
Described as a 'close friend' who provided a 'worried look' regarding her bruises.
Key Quotes (4)
"He identified fairly publicly as a BDSMer, and made it clear that he considered me superficial and cowardly because I was unsure about doing so myself."Source
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"The bruises he left took weeks to fade, some of them bleeding and leaving scars."Source
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"Still, I didn't trust him, and our relationship didn't particularly involve sex. Just pain."Source
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""That looks pretty bad," he observed, and I could only say, "Yes.""Source
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night, if I tried to see him he didn't have time.
It didn't help that he reacted very badly when I went after him aggressively -- too aggressively, I knew, but couldn't help it -- and told him honestly how vulnerable I was. He backed off fast, leaving me more confused than ever. (Though not too confused to think: How stereotypical.)
It went beyond being a woman spurned, though. Especially since I believed, intellectually, that he didn't owe it to me not to be busy. He wasn't required to sort me out. And -- since it seemed to be what I was after -- he wasn't obligated to continue hurting me. We'd just met, after all.
It was more that I was enraged by how desperately I wanted to be hurt -- and infuriated that someone, anyone, could have such power over me. I had always thrown myself into infatuations; like most people, I'd been known to get angry at the object of my affections. But this was different. Not only was I infatuated, I was aching for something I couldn't reconcile. Even if Richard had been the perfect counselor I had no right to expect, I might have hated him. As it was, I felt toyed with, and found as many other reasons to dislike him as I could. As long as I could focus on wrath, I didn't have to think about my other feelings.
It kept me from falling apart.
He was away for most of the summer. I went to a few trusted friends for reassurance and validation; giving few details, I allowed my anger to calcify. But Richard ended up surprising me. On a visit to Chicago, he called me every night for a week. The bruises he left took weeks to fade, some of them bleeding and leaving scars. I raged as I covered the worst of them -- but felt also a low-burning fulfillment. One close friend, Andrew, caught sight of a bruise on my leg and cast me a worried look. "That looks pretty bad," he observed, and I could only say, "Yes."
By then, I'd well and truly internalized the belief that Richard didn't want to deal with emotional vulnerability, and my furious resentment remained. This feeling was not helped by society in general; men hate emotions, right? Still, the more time I spent with him, the more I had to admit that he made an effort to be sensitive. Most of our failures to understand each other came from how different our relationship paradigms were, not to mention my unevenly-repressed identity crisis. I know I tried to warn Richard that I wasn't doing well at expressing myself and that what I thought, or felt, or believed I was might change on short notice; but I doubt I got even that concept across.
He identified fairly publicly as a BDSMer, and made it clear that he considered me superficial and cowardly because I was unsure about doing so myself. He was also polyamorous, a lifestyle that I had some experience with -- but though I respected others' choices to engage in it, I'd decided against polyamory for myself. It felt strange to draw the parallel, but it was somewhat like dealing with a difficult boyfriend. Still, I didn't trust him, and our relationship didn't particularly involve sex.
Just pain.
Towards the end of one night, wan light filtering through my curtains, Richard inquired
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