Unlike Persephone and T, I never dated Brent. I wasn’t abused by him. I was part of a social environment that was shaped by Brent to keep a certain type of person close to him.
I was there. I didn’t see everything. I saw enough.
I met Brent in 2015. At the time he was dating T. Over a few months I became closer to him. He seemed interesting, he told stories of past “cool shit” he had done, and affected a sort of frustrated demiurge nature.
Over time, he started to talk about his depression. There…
Brent sexually abused me over the course of our year-and-a-half-long relationship. At the start of our relationship Brent was 39 and I was 19 (I’ve had healthy age-gap relationships, but in retrospect I think this was an unhealthy one); I was coming out of an intimate relationship with someone who believed all BDSM is abuse, and my attraction to Brent was in part a rebound from that; I was also dealing with an anonymous party sending Berkeley SVU to my house with false reports that I was being abused. I had a desperate need to be taken seriously as an…
Edit: As of this update May 2019, Brent is not in California.
Content warning: Abuse, extreme BDSM
I do not condone violence or threats of violence. Do not punish friends of Brent; I do not condone that.
While you can figure out who I am by asking any of the involved parties, please do not use my or the name of other victims on public media — If necessary, call me Persephone or something. I have done my best to stick to facts. I am not acting out of anger or desire for revenge. If you need to contact me…