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Saturday, and sadists with claws.
Jan. 29th, 2001 03:45 pm"Well, I'm back at [A]'s place. Went up on friday night, been here since.
Sat we went to [Am]'s place, someone we'd met at Arisia and both thought was neat. When we arrived she was there with a friend of her's. Shortly thereafter Charles showed up...
*Allow me to digress for a moment. I met Charles at arisia as well, he was hanging out with [A]'s friends on sat night, and then with [Am] on sunday. I disliked him from the outset. At arisia he was very arrogant, both about himself and his sexual prowess. My comment at the time was that he seemed to enjoy making women feel extremely good, whether they wanted to or not. When I heard that he was going to be over at [Am]'s place, I decided to give him the benifit of the doubt, and try and not assume he was as bad as I had thought, but rather watch what he did and form a new opinion.*
We hung out at [Am]'s place for a while.
While we were they Charles showed off the glove he had bought at Fetish Flea. It was black rabbit's fur with claws. Unlike the one's I make this was all fur insteaad of leather with a fur palm, and the claws had been sharpened to points. When he put it on, he asked for ppl to give him some 'exposed skin' to try it on, both [A] & [Am] covered up, and when Charles reached towards me at told me to put my hand out I had to tell him clearly 'No.' before he stopped.
He later tried to use it on [A], who pulled back as subtly as possible so he couldn't actually scratch her with the claws, and only got her with the rabbit's fur. Also when I was getting off [Am]'s bed where we had all been lounging, Charles scratched my back with the glove *hard*, which hurt like hell.
We went out to a Japanese steakhouse for dinner. While wew were there Charles continued in fine form. He kept trying to act like [Am] was his, except that she wasn't going along, and we weren't buying it which pissed him off. He seems to be the sort who tries to play at being swave and urbane. The problem is that since he isn't actually that, he doesn't realize that there is a time and a place to act like that, and a time and place not to. Case in point...
[A] gets panic attacks in big crowds/groups. When we were leaving, we stepped into the lobby of the resturant to retrieve our jackets, expecting ot to be as quiet as when we arrived. Instead it was packed wall to wall with people. [A] was obviously on edge, and slithered to a spot near a wall where she would be out of the press of the crowd. Charles (who is the sort that looms) stood *right next to her*. I whispered to him that she was having a panic attack and that we should back off and give her some space. He just smiled condecendingly towards me. When I again commented that if we stepped back it would give her more space and keep anyone else from standing to close to her, he smiled over his shoulder again and stated "Well this dinner has just been a cornicopia of mental disorders hasn't it?"
On the way out I told both [A] & [Am] about it as we were walking out, and niether could figure out what he had meant, as aside from [A]'s minor attack, nothing else of the sort had occured during dinner.
Back a [Am]'s place Charles continued to be an ass, including scratching [Am] with his stupid gloves, dispite the fact that no one there was really interested in him even having them out.
[A] and I had to leave a short while later as we were going to brunch the next morning.
[A] and I discussed Charles a lot. Some of the conclusions we came to is that he seems to have been in the scene(BDSM) for so long he doesn't know how to act in a normal setting.
He also seems to be an honest to goodness sadist, the sort that dirives pleasure from the humiliation & mental/physical degredation of others. Not an acting sadist like most people in the scene, but a real one, who acts with little to no regard for the other person's mental or physical safety.
In case you haven't figured it out. I'm using his name openly as a sort of warning to anyone who encounters him. Both [A] and I are protector personalities, and he set most of our alarms off."
Sat we went to [Am]'s place, someone we'd met at Arisia and both thought was neat. When we arrived she was there with a friend of her's. Shortly thereafter Charles showed up...
*Allow me to digress for a moment. I met Charles at arisia as well, he was hanging out with [A]'s friends on sat night, and then with [Am] on sunday. I disliked him from the outset. At arisia he was very arrogant, both about himself and his sexual prowess. My comment at the time was that he seemed to enjoy making women feel extremely good, whether they wanted to or not. When I heard that he was going to be over at [Am]'s place, I decided to give him the benifit of the doubt, and try and not assume he was as bad as I had thought, but rather watch what he did and form a new opinion.*
We hung out at [Am]'s place for a while.
While we were they Charles showed off the glove he had bought at Fetish Flea. It was black rabbit's fur with claws. Unlike the one's I make this was all fur insteaad of leather with a fur palm, and the claws had been sharpened to points. When he put it on, he asked for ppl to give him some 'exposed skin' to try it on, both [A] & [Am] covered up, and when Charles reached towards me at told me to put my hand out I had to tell him clearly 'No.' before he stopped.
He later tried to use it on [A], who pulled back as subtly as possible so he couldn't actually scratch her with the claws, and only got her with the rabbit's fur. Also when I was getting off [Am]'s bed where we had all been lounging, Charles scratched my back with the glove *hard*, which hurt like hell.
We went out to a Japanese steakhouse for dinner. While wew were there Charles continued in fine form. He kept trying to act like [Am] was his, except that she wasn't going along, and we weren't buying it which pissed him off. He seems to be the sort who tries to play at being swave and urbane. The problem is that since he isn't actually that, he doesn't realize that there is a time and a place to act like that, and a time and place not to. Case in point...
[A] gets panic attacks in big crowds/groups. When we were leaving, we stepped into the lobby of the resturant to retrieve our jackets, expecting ot to be as quiet as when we arrived. Instead it was packed wall to wall with people. [A] was obviously on edge, and slithered to a spot near a wall where she would be out of the press of the crowd. Charles (who is the sort that looms) stood *right next to her*. I whispered to him that she was having a panic attack and that we should back off and give her some space. He just smiled condecendingly towards me. When I again commented that if we stepped back it would give her more space and keep anyone else from standing to close to her, he smiled over his shoulder again and stated "Well this dinner has just been a cornicopia of mental disorders hasn't it?"
On the way out I told both [A] & [Am] about it as we were walking out, and niether could figure out what he had meant, as aside from [A]'s minor attack, nothing else of the sort had occured during dinner.
Back a [Am]'s place Charles continued to be an ass, including scratching [Am] with his stupid gloves, dispite the fact that no one there was really interested in him even having them out.
[A] and I had to leave a short while later as we were going to brunch the next morning.
[A] and I discussed Charles a lot. Some of the conclusions we came to is that he seems to have been in the scene(BDSM) for so long he doesn't know how to act in a normal setting.
He also seems to be an honest to goodness sadist, the sort that dirives pleasure from the humiliation & mental/physical degredation of others. Not an acting sadist like most people in the scene, but a real one, who acts with little to no regard for the other person's mental or physical safety.
In case you haven't figured it out. I'm using his name openly as a sort of warning to anyone who encounters him. Both [A] and I are protector personalities, and he set most of our alarms off."
