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Antis will claim that they are “protecting children” but then call people who harm fictional children pedophiles. But as a victim of CSA myself, I find it super offensive and harmful when these antis throw around the word pedo to anyone and anything that mildly makes their fragile little brain uncomfortable.

No. People who fantasize fictional children are NOT pedophiles because for someone to be that, they have to have harmed real children. A real child that I used to be when I was assaulted.

So by calling everyone who harms fictional children a pedophile, you’re dismissing my trauma and experience by reducing it to ***fictional kids being harmed*** and you’re actually helping real pedophiles who harm real children like me get away with it easier because now people have associated the word with “dark fiction” instead of real life harm, thanks to you.

So it’s antis who ARE harming real children because they want to protect fictional ones. Fuck off.

I was a CSA victim, and I say “let dark ship enjoyers write whatever they want”. They’re not harming real kids like you do.

Not to mention, a lot of victims like me use dark fiction to help us cope with our trauma. So not only are antis helping actual pedophiles get away with harming real children easier, they’re also calling CSA victims pedophiles because we write about fictional things that make them uncomfortable (even though we never force anybody to read our shit).

All of this causes people with pedophilic disorder to isolate themselves and only communicate with other people struggling in the same way which often results in the disorder worsening and increases the likelihood of an individual offending. just like any other mentally ill person people with pedophilic disorder need to be able to express themselves and work through their emotions If we expect them to get better and and lots of people like to express themselves through writing and art. it's a safe way to break down and explore your emotions.

Kyoshi grieved Rangi longer than she had her. 300 spent without fire, without warmth. eventually you forget you were looking for, you convince yourself you've always been this cold. you try to ignore the embers that burn behind your eyes. the only true peace comes from death, but even that is only temporary.

with a new life comes a clean slate. a new picture is painted, a new story is told but even still you can feel the absence. the fire calls to you in a language you do not understand. it consumes you before you ever get the chance to learn.

in the next life you don't run from the sparks, you feed them, you make them a part of you. the fire lives in your smile, in the blush of your cheeks and in the choices you make. the love inside you burns bright, not because of what you've been given but because of what you give to yourself. You know that you might regret some of your choices someday but at least you can say that you will never regret who you are.

reborn now with fire in your heart it lights your way. it's so bright that the whole world can see, some try to stamp it out but you've spent eternity rising from the ashes. sometimes you find yourself blinded by the light, sometimes you feel the heat burn you from the inside out but then you feel it. a girl you know who you've never seen. she knows you too and she knows the the fire. it hurts and it scares you how you come to crave her understanding. something inside you tells you that you shouldn't runaway from this, from her. when she finally get close enough, when you two finally drift together she reaches inside of you and holds your heart in her hands. you finally remember what it's like to feel warm