Experiment: Lets see how bardfinn's telling of his being r*ped changes over time

Thanks to @BARD_BOT making the entire corpus of Bardfinn's Reddit comments available as a SQLLite database, many Bardologists are now able to maintain local archives of Bardfinn's work.

This enables much faster querying without relying on a web service and API being up and running.

One event which always piques my curiosity is the time Bardfinn was r*ped. Here are a number of comments describing the incident. It's interesting how the story evolves and he changes focus depending on the audience.

July 2013

I was tied up and r*ped by a girlfriend, about ten years ago. I did not realise she was a sociopath before it happened. It was shaming and emotionally disturbing. It made it very difficult to be vulnerable to anyone, has damaged relationships I've had since. I couldn't report it because she said that because I had an erection, I liked it, and if I reported it she'd say I r*ped her (she was 5'2", I'm 6'3"). Plus we weren't in the United States when it happened. That relationship was over, then, but I didn't escape her for a few weeks afterwards - I had no phone, no Internet, had been cut off from my friends, and no place to go, when it happened, and afterwards. It caused me to drop into deep depression. I've been able to enjoy s*x since then, mainly because I am careful to avoid situations that remind me of the r*pe — I can't bear the thought of being on a boat, or leaving the country, or flying with someone somewhere (she r*ped me on a cruise ship).

September 2013

I was invited on a cruise. We were boyfriend/girlfriend, lovers. shared a cabin. All my money was on the card they issued. No cash or credit cards on board, so they wouldn't be stolen. All the money on the card she gambled away in the first hour after we hit international waters. Back in the cabin- "Let's try the fuzzy handcuffs". Sure, why not. "I'm going to tie your feet" uhm, ok, if this is your thing. I trust you. - vitriol. Abuse. Hate. Awful things. Things I had told her in confidence, twisted. I was in tears. Then she r*ped me. On a cruise ship, in international waters, and told me that if I told anyone, she'd say I r*ped her. Worse things, too. When she untied me, I didn't sleep. I spent most of the rest of the cruise on the deck during inclement weather, except when I was expected to turn up at a function (dinner, embarking). A few weeks later, I told her to never contact me again. That was 2003. I still have agoraphobia. I turned down a trip to Europe last year with a lover - I can't trust people. My relationships fail. I'm afraid to go near water. Beach sand makes me anxious.

December 2013

... I'm a r*pe survivor. I was asked, by a 'friend', to go on a cruise. I'm a 6'3", 200+ pound, fit adult male. My 'friend' is a 5'0", petite adult woman. Nothing r-slurred there, right? We shared a cabin. Nothing r-slurred there, right? We were dating. Does this constitute "having to accept" what happened to me? She handcuffed me, gagged me, tied me, and r*ped me - while verbally, emotionally, physically, and psychically abusing me. I got to learn how her medical hypodermic could be used to kill me. My body would be dropped off in a foreign country, and probably buried or cremated there. I got to learn what it feels like to be put in stress positions for hours on end, with a dildo in my butt. I got free bruises from being beaten with a stick. I got scratched deeply by her fingernails. I had the opportunity to watch her hold parts of my body over a cigarette lighter. She took pictures. Blackmail material. She made it very clear up front that if I ever came forward about it, she would claim that I was the one who r*ped her. Because who would believe that a 5'0" petite woman could r*pe a tall adult man? She told me that I was a check mark on her bucket list: r*pe a man, have the experience of it. She put three months of effort into isolating me from my friends and family and convincing me that she was a sane person, and that I was safe in her company, to get me on the cruise, on international waters. I found out later that she is a clinical sociopath and that the only way she can get excited is to prey on the powerless. Do I deserve to have to accept what happened to me? DO I?

October 2016

I was violently r*ped, at knifepoint, by the woman who invited me on a cruise, thirteen years ago. She tricked me into handcuffs and then tied me up and then r*ped me, and cut me. I still have the scar on my forearm. She told me she'd claim I tried to r*pe her, if I came forward, and no-one would believe that a 5'2" woman r*ped a 6'3" man. She told me the US police would never believe me, and the police in the third-world nation we made port in would just throw me in a hole and let me rot. She told me she wanted the thrill of raping a man. It happened on a foreign-registered cruise ship on international waters. I was never going to get justice.