Jean Op den Kamp (imported) wrote: Thu Apr 30, 2009 9:00 am
his politician (female) wants to leave paedo's only two options...
nullorchis (imported) wrote: Sun May 03, 2009 2:54 am
.lifetime in prison or voluntary surgical castration..
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Two problems here:
1) Juries make mistakes, or are overjealous, and what is an innocent victim to do? Go to prison or get snipped? Some choice. I guess the best such a person could hope for would be a "hung jury". (sorry. serious issues, bad joke, but I just couldn't help it)
2) Although a bit far fetched, someone out there, who desperately wants to get snipped, and doesn't care about other consequences, might just engage in behavior that will get him arrested and convicted so that he can get a free snip job.
Anything that might possibly encourage such behavior is a bad proposal.
Insane solutions to real problems keep getting reinvented with each new brain dead generation. Intel
ligence seems to be shrinking faster than glaciers and ice caps.
Thanks pal,
but don't worry, if they work out what I told, this complete warning will be in the article
I was a cute kid. Blonde, blue eye, clear skin, angelic.
I encountered inapproate sexual acts several times.
Once by my uncle (inappropriate touching me when my clothes were on), I was young, about 5 I guess, but the rubbing made me instinctively feel ill at ease.
Older, but not yet a teenager, while collecting paper route money, an older man lured me into his house. He never did anything but he was making offers that I later figured out were intended to draw me in; things like driving his brand new Cadillac. I felt uneasy around him and did not accept any offers. One will never know if his desires were simply sex, or I might have wound up kidnapped, or worse. My instincts saved me from something.
Once as a teenager a clothing salesman who was fitting me for custom length slacks engaged in inappropriate touching when my clothes were on. He was discrete, but obvious enough to indicate he was looking for much more, but I was not a consenting minor to his advances.
Again as a teenager, while on a Greyhound bus trip, at night,.........this is getting too long........check out my blog for the rest..............
nullorchis (imported) wrote: Sun May 03, 2009 3:33 am
I was a cute kid. Blonde, blue eye, clear skin, angelic.
I encountered inapproate sexual acts several times.
check out my blog for the rest..............
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Yep, did read your blog about it.
I am younger then you are, but I like to ask you...
Did you realise yourself that you were that cute and attractive?
The way you describe it, I get the feeling that there was a kind of invisible aura.
I just wonder, what would have happened, if some-one had been looking at you, making you feel exactly this cutey, and not trying to touch you. What if this person was honest and open about his feelings towards you, leaving you completely free.Just imagine you could see him over a long period, and never he tries to "attack" you...
You wouldn't need to ask him a lot, as his eyes would answer your questions
The years don't fit, but maybe you understand the question....where would WE have ended, and how would you feel about that now.....
September 1969, St Augustinus school the Netherlands,
4th year / class is having a lesson about colours. They need to tell about their favorite colours. A ten year old boy asks:
"If your favorite colour is green like grass and mine is blue like the sky, maybe we like the same colour. Maybe your mind translates green into the same colour as my mind translates blue. We are just told to name the sky blue and the grass green, but what do we really see, we can not compare nor prove as we can not get in to each others mind. Maybe we all see a complete different world, without knowing it?"
The poor boy was send out of the class, had to wait outside. Later, after the last lesson, he had detention, writing 100x: "I am not a professor"
Well the young boy has never asked this question again, until now........
Nullorchis ???
If we all look at that
nullorchis (imported) wrote: Sun May 03, 2009 3:33 am
cute kid. Blonde, blue eye, clear skin, angelic
Don't we all see and feel the same. Maybe it it just our mind that is never told how to deal with those feelings that makes us act in different ways, and this lake of understanding the feeling is the reason for people to make mistakes.
If I have a look at him, I will see a cute blond angel, and the moment his blue eyes meet mine, I will tell him that I love him.
And because no one ever taught me what to do, I will leave it all up to the angel I am looking at
This world is full of angels my friend, they make it a beautiful place
Please, just be yourself, it will always do for me
A while ago, I took a time out to read old postings and understand more about the board and its members. I came up to an old thread, and after reading a while, I had to come back to the first posting. I got a strange feeling about who was hunting who and why should people get hurt. It looked like a trap, a set up, offering people to say their thing, so later they could find out that they hurt somebody. I got a very bad feeling, I can promise that to all of you
This moment there are several victims posting to my thread and having a look at the number of views, welcome to the others................
I don't want to set up a trap, and I don't want that any of you is going to get hurt. I have something to say, I think it is my duty to speak, and I try to be careful.
Please, you all should feel free to hurt me, that doesn't allow me to hurt one of you
To avoid that trap, misunderstandings and so on, I have to make one point very clear this moment..................
As I told: I made a mistake, a big mistake, and it still hurts, every day.
But if I am talking about a victim of mine, I am not talking about sexually abusing him.
It was HATE, pure hate that made me use a young friend as bait in a provocation of justice.
1985, I was still trying to find out, what my feelings should mean to me. A young boy, R** stayed at my home at a hot summer day. Yes, I loved and still love him. He took a shower and without a towel or even finishing of the water he walked to a double-decker bed and stretched himself naked on the top level. The sun, low as it was getting late shining on his water covered body, and he got a hard on as I was looking at his extreme beauty.
I am not going to judge myself for what happened. I leave that up to him.
As I asked him, he said, "It sure didn't hurt"
Later I have asked him several times, and always I get the same answer, like he is just joking with me. About 5 maybe 6 years ago, I wanted to know for sure, so I gave him a blowjob again (oeps) It didn't hurt him.
I got arrested, and as I found out that I was accused of molesting children, I could only think of him. But after some hours answering questions, I found out that they knew nothing about him and me.
I needed to protect my friend, and at the same time, feeling how hungry the police was to GET me, this dangerous aggressive side of mine started to grow.
They wanted to show me the way to hell, okay I was willing to lead them smiling. They got answers they wanted, and I learned what hell is about.
At the court, I couldn't answer my own age anymore, I knew that I was born in 1959, but I lost all feeling about what date it was, how old I was, only concentrating on protecting him and going to make them pay for it.
They took me to court on my birthday, I was free the same day. I went to the police office the next day. They had caried a trunk away from my home, very careful and looking afraid(as told by my neighbours). I ordered it back, and they had to hand it over, including the chemicals inside.
I took it home, and started to arrange the main stuff inside, bringing the weight from about 30 kilo to about 130 kilo. I was ready to take it back to the police office with the comment that on second thoughts, I was never going to need it anymore. That moment R** had sneaked in and wrapped his arms around me.....He saved many lives that day.
But the hate wasn't gone, it had just started. As I found E***, I had a little friend that also was on a very high IQ. I got arrested in December1996
Somehow, the trick "Just KID-ding" was working (Official registrated organization) But it was not just joking, Kidding justice was an attack.
Where I plead guilty to having sucked my little friend, his answer was that he just couldn't see it as I had my head on his stomach. After a couple of hours hearing this kind of shit, getting no grip on a proof of being guilty (They need two not one) a judge should feel his place....You are not in a position to judge about love between two people, as long as there is no victim asking you to do so
But there was one thing that didn't work out as planned....
His parents got arrested and taken into custody and E*** and his brother were placed in a crisis centre.
Reading his statements, I could see and feel how he has tried, how he has been fighting. But sure, this is to much for a twelve year old boy. I couldn't handle this in 86 as I was a grown up. Until today I have to deal with the damage from that arrest.
I had send my little friend into that same hell, that I couldn't deal with, blind for the risks, and led only by my hate against society.
As I recognized this, I understood that I would never try to forget, or hiding my mistake. It left me with only two options:
Change or die
loveUall
Jean
ps. People can change, I am so happy I took the chance
When I look at a color chart with my left eye I perceive certain shades of colors.
When I close left eye, open right eye, the same shades on the chart appear different to "me" or to some part of me.
Quickly switching left open, right open, left open, right open, the shades of the colors are definitely different to my perception.
Is the cause from my eye, or the connections from the eye to the brain, or from my brain? I do not know. But to address your question, we can never know that someone else is seeing the same color or shade of color as we are seeing. People who have color blindness perceive colors differently than do I.
Do we see beauty the same way?
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder".
What attracts us, what is beautiful to one, may not be to another.
"Beauty is only skin deep, ugly goes to the core."
This almost seems absolute. Evidence of this is apparent in the daily news.
It is a disaster that good caring loving people, who mean well and will cause no harm, can not have affection, or love, for a child who is not their own or not theirs to care for without being at some risk for having their intentions questioned (or being accused of something).
Although not unique to humans, the large human capacity for caring, helping, loving is one characteristic of humans that separates humans from other species. It is far far easier for an adult, or any age, sex, or sexual orientation, to care for and love other species, than to care for and love a child who is not theirs to care for.
It is those who cause harm who create fear of everyone in us.
Trust must be earned, and even when earned, one must be cautious in all things.
It is relatively easy to meet someone who is walking their dog, on/off leash, and be affectionate, caring, loving, of the dog from a distance, and even go up to the dog and pet it, rub its ears, connect with it. In fact it is almost a social custom method to meet people. It is easier to meet people who are walking their dogs than people who are not walking a dog. Same goes for children. You can meet someone who has a child, pause, talk about the child with the adult (be it parent or relative or nanny etc)
BUT DON'T TOUCH THE CHILD.
Anyone who shows an abundance of affection, caring, love towards a child tends to have their motives questioned. Are they a child molester, luring the child in?
Better safe than sorry (to be sure !) .
Touchy feely people who openly touch others, hug others, who show an inordinate amount of affection activate protective warning sensors in other humans. It makes us wary, cautions, uneasy.
Sexual abuse, physical or emotional, regardless of by whom or to whom or at what age or between which sex or sexual orientation, even if never experienced by us personally, thwarts many options for us to be caring, touching, loving towards others.
The clergy, and people in positions of leadership in religion, by their acts, and actions, have made it only that much harder to trust and be openly loving and caring towards others, particularly children.
Whatever anyone's vision of beauty is, be it a rose, a sunrise, a scenic vista, someone's pet dog, cat, or bird, or a child , we live in a world fraught with dangerous risks so to protect ourselves we appreciate beauty from afar so that the thorn does not stick us or the bee sting us, or the sun does not burn a hole in our eyes, or we do not fall off the cliff, or the dog does not bite us or cat does not claw us or bird does not peck at us or the adult does not accuse us of improper behavior towards the child.
To protect ourselves from being harmed or accused, we appreciate beauty from afar which leaves us alone and isolated, safe, secure, but empty. We see what happens to others when they expose themselves to risks; we experience ourselves what happens when we expose ourselves to risks.
A few seem to live in happy protective bubbles, never harming, never harmed, as most of us did (but not all of us) when we were pre-sex pre-puberty children. Blissfully ignorant, happy and care free.
Lucky are the few; the rest of us live partially filled or unfulfilled lives of protective caution.
Which brings me back to a point I made elsewhere. As adults we can choose to bear offspring, or not. We can choose to engage in intimate sexual encounters, or not. And if we do not want to bear offspring and we do not want to engage in intimate sex, this does not mean we are incapable of caring or loving or that we don't want to be cared for or loved. Sexual acts and acts of love or affection ARE different qualities. And if we choose to rid our bodies of natural, but useless sexual urges, we should be able to do that and the world should not prevent or judge anyone for this. The world has a mindset that sex, sex, more sex is good and anyone who wants to be free from sex must be out of their minds. When I think back to pre-puberty days, I know that freedom from sexual thoughts and feelings IS BETTER. Confirmation of this has come with my declining, now almost gone, libido.
Judges, and people, can take into account extenuating circumstances and modify judgement; that they "can" do this doesn't mean that they will.
When we break a law, or even if we do something that is not illegal, but that we later regret, we can only ask others if we harmed them and if so we can only ask for forgiveness, and we can ask ourselves to forgive ourselves. There really isn't much more to do but that; we can not undo the past. Whether we harmed anyone else or not others will always judge us in varying ways. Attempting to alter the opinions of those we have not harmed is many times an exercise in futility.
I have done a number of things in my life that I desperately wish I had not done.
Sometimes I hurt others, not intentionally, but from lack of caring for others.
Sometimes I hurt others, not intentionally, but because of self desire.
Sometimes I hurt others knowing hurt would result but out of intense self desire and lack of self control.
There are many things I have done casually, carelessly, unintentionally, selfishly, that I wish I could undo.
I can't say that I have totally forgiven myself in all matters.
I live with a certain amount of remorse and regret about some things I have done.
But I have been able to at least not punish myself eternally.
I have learned from my mistakes and make sure that with each new day I strive to do unto others as i would have them do unto me. (It's a great philosophy, even though I am not a religious person).
People are very good at one thing: Judging others (but not themselves)
If we have done all we can to make amends, and live life each day doing what does not harm others, then at the end of each day we know that we are changing for the better and can look forward to doing the same tomorrow, and a whole bunch of tomorrows.
Giving up is the ultimate failure. Apologizing, making amends, accepting forgiveness, and living each new day in a new way, using the past as a learning tool but not as a ball and chain, is worth the effort.
Every now and then the past may re-appear in our consciousness, but not to burden us; only to remind us why we must strive every day to do better, to do good, to help and not harm. Criticisms of us by others are like UVA and UVB rays from the sun. Just put on your protective sun screen and a hat and go out there and greet the new day. Mother Nature, Planet Earth, and The Universe have a lot to offer; all we have to do is seek it out. Bad stuff seems to happen naturally, but good stuff does exist, but it doesn't jump in our laps; we have to seek it out.
Yesterday evening we were out, eating at a chinese restaurant (buffet)
As I walked in, my eyes met the eyes of a young blond blue-eyed boy maybe six.
He went for a new dish, and the way I was looking toward him made that on his way back, he just came to our table and showed me his plate, explaining me what he liked most. His mother came behind him and started to ask him what he was up to, and that it was not done to go to other tables to show your plate. I just couldn't help, as I had my new plate, I landed on one knee next to his chair and showed him my choice of food, smiling at his mother
That moment, I realized that this is my favorite pose, on one knee, next to them.
I am sure, they will judge me, and sometimes I will get problems.
I don't care, I will remember his GREAT smile as I did this
I 've just seen the concept of the article. On my request, there were a few little changes. This way, if E*** or a family member of him will read this, they will sure know who we are talking about.
This is my way of not leaving a victim alone with the questions he might have.
