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The reason why pedophilia is such a shocking thing to think about and such a strong taboo across cultures is because it can result in the harm of children.

No child is harmed when someone types words on a screen and posts those words to the internet.

Now, I have no idea about the real life habits of the person who did the writing and the posting - I admit that. But neither does anyone else. That person could be a criminal, but it's much more likely they're a teenager writing a fantasy about an older actor/character they have a crush on. Or someone grappling with what was done to them when they were a child. Or someone who enjoys the sensation of being horrified and writes horrific stories because of that. Or a bunch of other types of people who have other reasons all their own.

Writing about sex (even sex you find absolutely horrific and vile) is not the same as having sex or committing rape. Writing about murder is not the same thing as actually killing someone. Writing about being drunk is not the same thing as chugging down a mickey of whiskey. I once wrote a story about waltzing and I've barely ever danced in my life.

“Death first to vultures and scavengers”

[ you meet god and she is mostly dead fish. ]

a comic based on this post:

song lan sunday backlog request 40: song lan x wen chao

If someone does not love and respect both your proper and your freak? They were not meant for you.

I loved my dear friend, but it became clear to me in recent years that my friend did not love me.

Oh, she was happy to come and stay at my house half the weekend and tell me all her woes and how excited she was to do pottery and about her job and the men she was pursuing.

But she could not handle a five minute conversation about comics or movies or books or art that I was working on. She would sit there silently and say 'I have nothing to contribute' or she would start watching TikTok WHILE I was talking until I gave up.

It wasn't as if I didn't try, I only brought up topics in those genres I thought might interest her, or referenced things she'd talked about in the past, but it starting being very obvious that she didn't want to have a conversation, she wanted me to listen and affirm while she told me things.

And it genuinely hurt my feelings, because I don't particularly care about pottery or glazing, but I listened and learned and asked questions and eventually learned enough to have an actual conversation on the topic with her. Because I loved her and that is what she loves.

A few weeks ago, I went to see a different friend and she asked me if she could play a video game while we talked. I didn't mind, I was used to trying to fight with TikTok for attention.

We spent five hours talking, actually talking. Five hours of me getting to talk about the novel I've been working on for nearly two years at this point and for her to tell me all about the construction and design of her favorite game franchise, and not once did I feel like I was fighting for attention. It felt very much like hanging out and playing video games when I was a kid.

SINNERSSS 🧛‍♂️🥀🦇🧄🇮🇪