NEW YORK – Unfortunately for Manhattan-based marriage counselor Rachel Blumenthal, a simple romantic evening for Valentine’s Day transformed into her greatest fear when her boyfriend of six months, David Hazelwood, made a startling confession.
Overwhelmed by adoration for her lover, Blumenthal expressed her desire to take their relationship to the next level. “David, I think I’m falling in love with you,” she said.
“Stop that,” Hazelwood demanded. “I never want to hear you say that again.” His reply shook her to her core.
Noticing her mouth agape with shock, he explained, “Babe, listen, I’m falling in love with you too, but I need to get something off my chest if we are to progress as a couple. I don’t know why, but even the thought you of being cold, absentminded, emotionally unavailable, or inconsiderate towards me makes me incredibly aroused. The second you said you loved me I got, like, super turned off.”
At first, Rachel thought it was a joke. “That’s fucking ridiculous, David, honestly,” she laughed. “Are you kidding me?”
Hazelwood’s simple, seven-word reply severely complicated their relationship. “Rachel… did you just kink shame me?”
Blumenthal immediately understood both the gravity of her mistake and the reality that her relationship had been caught in a vicious Catch-22. She and David were both extremely sex-positive individuals that prioritized openness and trust in their sexual relationship. But David Hazelwood, her lover of half a year, had a kink for emotional negligence. Therefore, if she were to outright reject her boyfriend’s newly-admitted sexual proclivity, and express normal affection for Hazelwood, she would be kink-shaming him, mocking his vulnerability in their relationship, and savagely building a barrier between them.
On the other hand, if Blumenthal were to participate in his kink, she would be exposing herself to perpetuating a potentially toxic relationship whereby she repressed her own feelings toward her significant other.
“God fucking dammit, I just wanted a nice night out at the local Italian joint!” she lamented before chugging her glass of wine. “Why does love have to be so complicated?”
“Oh my god, yes. Yes! Keep doing that,” David exclaimed.