![]() ![]() This completely knee-jerk reaction doesn’t stop there Zain knows she’s published by Susy Henny and begins to hit on Arabella but is immediately shut down, with his slightest touch drives her out the door and to her brother’s house to retrieve colored pencils. A glass is soon dropped, as is the boring case in any bar, but Arabella denies any culpability. A waitress comes up and asks if they’d like anything to drink, and, though he opts for water, she opts out of anything. Before she gets a chance to answer, the ringing rears its ugly head again. Zain inquires what genre it is and what her literary background is. He immediately gets hit up by Malik (Samson Ajewole), and it’s a go.Īt the bar, Bella’s reading back her manuscript. In his own bedroom, Kwame casts out his line again on Grindr for a threesome with Nicholas. Her therapist did cite that certain locations may trigger these flashbacks, and a bar seems like a neutral location. Since the joint is closing up, he suggests Julian’s office, but the setting brings back memories of the morning after her attack, so she suggests a hotel bar instead. Meanwhile, at a cafe, Arabella meets Zain ( Karan Gill), the ghostwriter that was assigned to her in helping her finish her book. This might be a little too fast for Nicholas because dude straight up leaves. Though Nicholas is apprehensive about using the title to identify himself as of yet and Kwame’s okay with Nicholas questioning to find the answer on a possible “date” with him.Īpproaching his flat, Kwame throws out the possibility of maybe a future of living together if things work out that way as he’s not scared. ![]() You see, this is seeing a person not for who they are but rather what they are and, if a title holds more sway than the person holding it, that’s simply not acceptable. Kwame later relays to Nicholas his comfortable nature as being gay, though his father visiting from Ghana can’t even look his own son in the eye for it. Spent and on her back, Bella once again sees the figure but exhales to make him go away. Arabella is spent and, during the two-minute water break, Kwame hits on a student, Nicholas ( Tobi King Bakare). Either way, Bella sees herself out.īefore you know it, Bella’s laying into a punching bag as Kwame militantly commands a Tai-Bo class with Terry ( Weruche Opia) in tow. In switching the subject around, Bella asks her therapist what her roommate Ben must be doing, much to her chagrin. Hey, he’s completely out and proud!Īfter revealing to her therapist that she’s no family that’s privy to the incident, Arabella’s told to try relaxing activities, like yoga or painting, to jog her creativity in helping her finish her current book. After the deed is done and Kwame washes out, he’s still being checked out by the Grindr hookup in front of his mum. Well, not so much a handshake as servicing. ![]() Having done similar things before, I agree when her therapist says that in trying to see the bigger picture, we’re actually the most important one.īack in the dank supermarket bathroom (and they all are, no matter the country) Kwame is orally shaking hands with his random hookup. When this is the case, Arabella is diminutive to her own trauma by shifting the worry to other peoples’ problems, like famine. This makes it imperative that she be physically around those that care for her at any time, if such should transpire. She has a great and supportive group of friends around her, but when all by her lonesome, or possibly in the presence of strangers, she may encounter flashbacks. There’s no shame in his game.īella is rather nervous, as this session takes an hour. This is juxtaposed by Kwame ( Paapa Essiedu) browsing a supermarket for more than just produce, lobbing horny texts through Grindr to a potential encounter just around the corner and just behind his mother’s back. ![]() We open up on a reserved Arabella ( Michaela Coel) two months after the event meeting with her Drug-Facilitated Sex Assault therapist, Carrie ( Andi Osho). Welcome to the fourth episode of I May Destroy You ( HBO) titled “That Was Fun.” The waters are even further muddied as the law varies from country to country in what is rape and what is rape-adjacent. The fucking messier shitshow is when the lines aren’t as clearly delineated and what constitutes as consent given and consent violently wrested. The entire process of healing is arduous and hell. The stigma as a victim of sexual assault and rape is criminally stomach-churning. ![]()
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