Can I ask for some details on what you are writing? Is it an academic paper, or for publication?
Slashfic…
I’m not going to apologize. His post did creep me the fuck out, and I’m not convinced by his explanation. If I’m wrong, well, that’s one more thing I’ll just have to live with. And people that want to call me names on the internet are certainly free to do so.
Premature ejaculator.
Mendicant.
Admitted thespian.
Pagan attorney
And sadly, you are right. This is by far the most level-headed response you could expect.
And, Oakminster, I’m not going to call you names. But I will point out that you are being ruled by your feelings, and that is a horrible way to live. It does not make you smart or skeptical to hang onto a bad vibe when all the evidence points away from it.
It just makes you ignorant.
I dunno, generally the hysterical “Won’t somebody think of the children!” crowd is hyped up about teenagers.
I hadn’t looked at the thread, but based on the title I had assumed that it was in response to this story from yesterday, in which a town goes bananas when a high school yearbook photo is discovered to depict (in the background, if you squint) a seventeen year old boy with his hand up a fifteen-year-old’s dress. Naturally, the seventeen-year-old will be charged as a sex offender, and anyone who did not cooperate in the return of the offending yearbooks was threatened with child pornography charges.
I can confess that I’m a bit skeptical about a fifteen-year-old’s supposed lack of ability to consent in a situation like this, since at fifteen I had been sexually active for three years, and was supporting myself and cohabitating with my girlfriend.
Conversations on this subject tend to be shrill and hysterical - but I think a reasonable person might raise an eyebrow and question some of the premises that lead to these absurd situations without being singled out as a probable kiddie-diddler.
Yeah, it’s amazing how many people are doing independant research in this field (cough) Pete Townsend (cough).
Because he started it as a GQ thread. When asking a basic question and wanting to see what answers you get without biasing the responses or poisoning the well or commencing hijacks, not expressing your own opinion is precisely the correct thing to do.
And Oakminster, just for the record I’d like you to know that I have the greatest possible admiration for you as being a person who is not only not a child molester but a person who is capable of calling out possible child molesters faster and more vehemently than average. Truly, your not being a child molester-ness is taken to whole new heights. The rest of us can only dream about being as much not a child molester as you. All of us know you are absolutely not a child molester. Our admiration for your child molester hatred and the amount they sicken you knows no bounds. You are a famous not child molester. Frankly, I spit on myself for my inability to name and shame people who could conceivably not be not child molesters as quickly and effectively and thoroughly as you. When we head out as the child molester lynch mob I would be devastated, devastated I tell you, if you weren’t appointed to lead us. It is inconceible that anyone could doubt your child molester hating credentials. They should give you a medal that says “Child Molester Hater Champion, 2011” to wear on your chest. You deserve it. Though you may bump it with your knee regularly.
You started at 12? Wow, that’s early.
How about “he who doth protest too much”? :dubious:
So Oakminster, why don’t you tell us more about your obsession with pedophilia.
i’m reminded of that boy’s dad in american beauty :eek:
Why don’t you kiss my ass?
Now, now, you don’t know how old **Rigamarole **is, do you?:dubious:
I think that man was Courtney Stodden’s father, reaching out for some factual information before his interviewwith Radar online regarding his 16 year old daughter’s marriage to a 51 year old man.
For lack of any helpful input from The Dope, all he could come up with on his own was:
I’m curious about this too. How were you able to support yourself at 12 and how old was your girlfriend.
Was it so difficult to parse Larry’s statement as meaning that he was supporting himself at 15, having been sexually active since 12?
I don’t think it’s freakishly so. I recall wanking furiously to thoughts of “Moose” McGlade from You Can’t Do That On Television and Valerie Bertinelli from One Day at a Time c. 1980 - 1981, when I would have been nine or ten. That “early” coitus took place after enduring somewhere between two and three years of the biological imperative to have sex at the earliest opportunity.
TMI:I remember that my ejaculate was clear and sticky for quite some time before it began to look like proper semen.I think my attitude about the sexuality of young people is coloured a bit by my recollection of what a little horn-dog I was. I think it’s understandable to look at pre-teens and imagine their heads are filled with nothing but innocent thoughts, but some of us must remember being there.
It threw my head for a loop years back when I ended up moving across the street from the first elementary school I went to. Very hard to reconcile the adult perception of this parade of cute little kids with memories of what we were up to at the time.
I have a photo of myself with my arm around one of my grade school teachers, and this picture cracks me up on a few different levels. I still find the teacher approximately as hot now as I did then. (She was smokin’.) I would estimate that she was about twenty years old, but I was determined to get with her. Yeah, that would have been grade four, so I was probably 11 when the photo was taken - and I was small for my age. The funny (to me) thing about the photo is how hard the young miss was blushing. She knew I wanted to get with her, because we’d already had the conversation where she explained that I was just too darned young for her. I think as far as I was concerned, I was still just biding my time. Bet your ass this didn’t come up in parent/teacher conference, and I can imagine it might have been embarrassing for her to look my mom in the eye when she went on about how miss was my favorite.
That’s all quite beside the point, sorry. The thing is, it wasn’t long before I started to have some measure of success in my efforts. I’m sure folks may be relieved to learn that these earliest conquests were much closer in age, but still it wasn’t long before I learned to chase after girls that were older than I was. There were manifold reasons for this - first, my interests diverged pretty widely from those of girls my own age. Second, my chances of actually getting a girl to consent to have sex with me seemed to go up exponentially with each added year. Third, once you got past consent, it was often unsatisfying to have sex with girls my own age, with it ending frustratingly frequently with “Oh, no, this just isn’t going to work after all.”
So, yeah, when I was fifteen I lived with my twenty year old girlfriend, and at eighteen I lived by myself but had a thirty year old girlfriend, and most of my relationships were like that. These were legal (at the time,) but when I was thirteen I was jail-bait. (Happily, the worst that ever came of it was some snide remarks.)
Now that I am a father myself I intend to try to remain realistic about the sorts of motivations that young people can have. It’s ridiculous that so many people have their expectations predicated on the idea that the <18 set is generally chaste and think of nothing but ponies or baseball. Of course, I’d much *prefer *to think that my kids won’t have a thought for sex until some time after graduation - but this seems a pretty remote possibility. (Particularly since by my wife’s own account her mother had no clue how to deal with her chronic masturbation from seven or eight onwards.) I am going to have to assume that at some point between the ages of ten and thirteen my little angels are likely to be hitting on someone, as much as I would like that to be as unthinkable as most people seem to have an easy time pretending it is.