A man dominating a boy, replaying the same violent scenarios he faced with his father. One Saturday afternoon in summer, the house felt like a war zone. Hi Sugabelly! She was now the tallest in her class. In other words, play-fighting is not an opportunity for me to demonstrate my prowess. All I remember is that they felt good, and so I wanted him to continue. Neumann delves into the darker details in his artist statement:
Instead of pinning us, Dad would roll his whole body across ours, back and forth, again and again, the only time I recall touching parts of him like his thighs or his back or his hair.
Daddy’s Little Angel
Follow us. In our corner at the foot of the steps, my brother and I would huddle, ready to rush him. Yes, she did remember him. My parents seemed more concerned with where any guests we had were going to sleep. Physical and mental abuse. Which means my dad dominating a child with the immense size of his body, and turning what should be play into something sadistic.