Limpet_Chicken
Bluelighter
I agree with earlier statements about there being a lot of gray-area in the whole paedo thing.
I will open by stating that I am NOT a nonce, nor have I ever been, nor ever will I be. I've almost KILLED a paedo before (an actual child-rapist brutal monster type paedophile, not just someone who squeezed an underage girl's arse, this guy was fucking verminous trash of the worst possible kind)
But again, even if theres a fair few years between a young person and an older one, it does not automatically mean paedo IMO.
When I was almost 20, my fiancee was just a while 14. When we met, I had no thought to ask her out on a date, but before she even told me her name, she literally, and forcefully, slammed me into a tree trunk, pinned me, at the point of the barrel of a paintball gun, and started sticking her tongue in my mouth, another paintballer tried to step in (a guy) and break it up, and she just turned round and fucking dropped him to the floor. He was a big guy, probably in his 20s to early 30s at a guess
And she must have struck him one hell of a vicious blow. It certainly looked like it from the expression on his face, which said 'If I could still breathe right now I'd be bellowing in agonized choking, sobbing screams', and the way that she only had to crack him once, and he just folded up round her boots and collapsed. She might have stamped his kneecap in sideways too, but what I saw clearly was the brutal stomp on his testicles.
Whilst some people might just 'blame' that (not that I apportion blame at all, to either of us for that) on her being classically autistic and POSSIBLY mildly MR, some kind of learning difficulties at any rate, I'm not having any of that though, she knew exactly what she wanted, and that she wasn't going to stop until she did get it. ('it' being 'me')
A very feisty girl, fiery, feisty and not at all afraid to go after and GET what she wanted.
I was 19 at the time, and whilst I am by no means attracted to/sexually oriented to little teenage girls, now or then, and not ever, ever, to children. There was never a question about it being a case of power hunger, or inequality in what we had. I saved and saved and saved and scraped, hauling every last pound I could get hold of, save only for enough that when two of my close longterm friends (including my one and only neurotypical friend) I could take my turn to contribute and bring the weed for us to smoke to our get togethers, which is only right, if some friends repeatedly invite you over to nice friendly cozy evenings out at their places, is it not?)
I'd saved as hard as I could manage, even trading in scraps of old copper wire, Cu/Pb pipework, lead from leaded glass windows, anything and everything I could get. Even tried to sell my TV, until I had enough to buy a lovely ring, 24ct gold, with a lovely big dark blue big sapphire as the centerpiece stone, surrounded by a halo of diamonds with which to ask for her soft, warm, beautiful and loving forever flapping hand in my own, as my wife.
No power imbalance, either of us could ask most anything remotely reasonable and have the other make it happen if the desired thing or action were something that the person asked was capable of so doing. Say the word to me, and it would be done. And not only would I sacrifice my own self to a battering in a fight if she were attacked, to give her time to make like a banana and split if it were somebody I couldn't take out, but after she introduced herself by way of giving my trachea a lick-polish, and told me that simply and inescapably, I was now HER'S, I gave myself to her completely and utterly, in terms of devotion, love and faith to her. As far as I was concerned, I was her sole property, and that was how it was. Not that I had any problem with that.
I've never looked at another just-about teenaged girl since, other than simply noting their approach on the street pavement in order to allow them free passage, but I'm 28 now, and in this one particular special (and speshUL too, gorgeously so
) girl's specific case, if I met her now at that same paintball game, and got introduced by just about the most pass and she gave me that same delicious larynx-luncheon introduction as she did when I met her in reality, I'd change nothing whatsoever, other than having the benefit of hindsight, worked on where we broke up and worked HARD to make everything succeed, even now I think of this girl very often, and every time i do, I cannot help but break out a huge smile, and cutting loose with a burst of the healthy, sustaining, warm joyful laughter, y'know what I mean? the sort of laugh that warms the laugher right the way from between his ears to the very tips of his pinky toes, restores a sore, tired, pained spirit and generally bubbles up like an overflowing oil well full of wholesomeness?
Power imbalance did not exist. I not only treated her as my equal, but as far as I was, and still am concerned, she was, and always will be equal in status to myself. If I had ever tried to abuse her, I am about 95% certain that she would not have needed family or friends to go and fuck me up, she would just do it herself, and chances are high that I'd be in the ER as a result, indeed, I believe her capable of killing, if she were ever crossed in the wrong way, psychologically speaking. And if somebody else had abused her, I wouldn't have given the chance to get into legal difficulties with cutting loose on the perp, I'd have gone and introduced the evildoer to the business end of my sledge hammer into their ribcage, nadgers, cock end and collarbones, and/or broken their back and left them living, to shit and piss themselves in their diapers,or just crap all over their wheelchair
We didn't hide our relationship either, which I believe might say something about how right or not that it was, and we were treating and respecting each other. First time I met her mother, we walked round to my fiancee's place, she opened the door and had me step inside, my lil' snugglemuffin hanging off my arm like a curvy, sexy as hell brunette (and very very very much beloved) fox-shaped bracelet, intertwined with..errr...a bit of a worn-around-the-edges bio/chem/physics hacker of a generally gothy metalhead type with piercings and almost never to be found outside a pair of comfy army surplus combat trousers and one or other of my trenchcoats and other leather jackets
Still, her mom, whilst I don't think she was actually thrilled about the idea of her special needs daughter going out and asking someone almost 20 to marry her, she did at least seem to be glad that her man was someone who takes his principles in a relationship extremely seriously, and who both treated her daughter as the equal she is, had a lot in common with her, and that the extent of the mutual love was long indeed, and that we had a lot in common. Tolerated my presence at her house enough to raise no questions when we disappeared off to the bedroom for the entire time, and she (her mom) was always perfectly civil, polite and well mannered towards me, she never once treated me anything but civilly, even if she did think I was too old/her lovely girl too young/both.
Have never before or after looked at a girl anywhere near that age, indeed my last GF (and stalker, lol) is just a hair short of 50 (and absolutely stunning to boot, a real mindblower of a lady, smart as hell, feistier than a mountain lion on meth and autistic as fuck, just the perfect way for a lady to be and no two ways about that)
Do I still think of cazzie, the younger girl? yes. Do I still think she was gorgeous? no I don't. I KNOW she was gorgeous, would I still say yes (assuming I had any say in the matter of course, I didn't much at the time) to her throat-tickling order to be hers? Absofuckinglutely. And yes, if I could go back in time, I would make damn sure that ring ended up on her finger, and that as soon as she turned 16, would have had a wedding ring on it too.
I still wish I had done, and I don't think its anything to be ashamed of. If I had a child that I had ever met and some paedo guy started making a move on that kid, then it would be the last move said nonce EVER made, short of when the body got wrapped in chicken wire fencing and thrown off the top of beachy head, severed knob between his teeth, or got nailed into a coffin full of hungry sewer rats and painted with meatpaste. One nightmarish end or another, one way or another, the end result would be the abuser of my child screaming and screaming and screaming for so long his vocal cords ruptured.
But if I knew for sure that the girl's older boyfriend (or fiancee) DID love and cherish her as a member of the family, and would, as I did in my own such relationship, as much or even more than he valued his own life, then I would just be glad for for the joy brought to my offspring. Sex is one thing, if it is mutually, and totally loving. Abuse however, would invite down such a grisly, agonizing, miserable and terrifying fate upon his head, that books would be written about the horrors visited upon the abuser the likes of which would not be forgotten for centuries.
I cannot, and will not, however, justify either the forcible breaking apart of a truly close and loving couple in the same circumstances that I myself had one of the two most precious and loving relationships I have EVER been in; and neither would I see fit to call down the flames of perdition upon the head of an equal, loving older partner, as long as it wasn't something obviously wrong, like a 50-something going gunning for my 10yo daughter. That would just result in some nasty old creep getting a couple of rounds in the lower spine and a whole lot of torture.
I figure its probable that some people here will empathize with my tale, knowing that my ex fiancee was held elevated higher than my own self, when I considered the pair of us, and another subset of posters are going to want me burnt at the stake or nailed to a tree by my scrotum and left to starve to death or expire from infection. But I posted it, for the purpose of illustrating that loving relationships in that age bracket CAN exist without a power vacuum. I've never had a controlling bone in my body. I'm not passive, and I am perfectly able to meet force with force if I must do so, but I prefer to avoid it, and I just have neither desire, nor the slightest USE for holding power over an individual in a relationship.
What I want, is the lovely, cozy times curled up in bed around each other watching star trek (caz is a MASSIVE trekker, used to write some really good, and absolutely frikkin' filthy trek porn fanfic, I was actually shocked to first read it, it was that dirty and kinky as hell), those first moments seeing her running up, shouting 'hHIIIiiiiiiii **** [my name redacted] and feeling the warmth of her arms as we got to see each other after term time, and on my breaks home from my distant boarding school, feeling her nails down my back, and that special ed-sounding sexy voice she had, to things like spending time in a park slugging down bottles of cider, or surprising her with a quarter of herb, while in the midst of a really powerful, driving torrential storm, her snuggling up around me to both help shield me enough to skin up for us and us both holding on tightly to each other to prevent being physically blown away. Those little moments, the ones that are really just simple things, that brought us closer together, the things like when I gave her a star trek encyclopedia asking nothing in return, but drinking in every wonderful attosecond of immediately after I did, guzzling down the light shining from her face, or the proposal being accepted, meaning we both got to wolf down the way our eyes lit up with pure, simple and utter delight, or cracking a joke she finds hilarious, and getting a massive case of the warm fuzzies from seeing her made joyful, knowing that *I* was the one to bring that little spark of happiness into her day, the entertainment making things go BOOM!
I'll never, EVER forget those sorts of things, or the way she introduced herself and staked her ownership claim upon me, and I really will treasure the memories until the day I finally breathe my last; and I still wish dearly that I could go back and have her back by my side, my best friend at the time in all the world, brightest light in my life then, my lover and dearest love. Kind, supportive, loving, good to animals, sharing interests, autistic as all fuckdom, smart, kinky minded, creative, gorgeously sexy and....just...well...special. Very, very, very special. The only time I have ever been lucky enough to be in a relationship that was with a partner that I 'clicked' with so strongly it was the opposite end of the age scale, my 48-49yo stalker (and massive sexpot of a stunner. She doesn't even think she is tolerable, let alone desirable, but in that case she couldn't be more wrong, that lady is nothing short of a walking miracle made flesh.
Since those two relatioships ended, I haven't been in another, with anybody, and don't know if I ever will, because between these two absolutely exceptional girls, the bar for a relationship has been set so high, that finding any woman at all who could b be of similar quality, similarly special, AND autistic as well, such a woman is not at all easy to find,
I will open by stating that I am NOT a nonce, nor have I ever been, nor ever will I be. I've almost KILLED a paedo before (an actual child-rapist brutal monster type paedophile, not just someone who squeezed an underage girl's arse, this guy was fucking verminous trash of the worst possible kind)
But again, even if theres a fair few years between a young person and an older one, it does not automatically mean paedo IMO.
When I was almost 20, my fiancee was just a while 14. When we met, I had no thought to ask her out on a date, but before she even told me her name, she literally, and forcefully, slammed me into a tree trunk, pinned me, at the point of the barrel of a paintball gun, and started sticking her tongue in my mouth, another paintballer tried to step in (a guy) and break it up, and she just turned round and fucking dropped him to the floor. He was a big guy, probably in his 20s to early 30s at a guess
And she must have struck him one hell of a vicious blow. It certainly looked like it from the expression on his face, which said 'If I could still breathe right now I'd be bellowing in agonized choking, sobbing screams', and the way that she only had to crack him once, and he just folded up round her boots and collapsed. She might have stamped his kneecap in sideways too, but what I saw clearly was the brutal stomp on his testicles.
Whilst some people might just 'blame' that (not that I apportion blame at all, to either of us for that) on her being classically autistic and POSSIBLY mildly MR, some kind of learning difficulties at any rate, I'm not having any of that though, she knew exactly what she wanted, and that she wasn't going to stop until she did get it. ('it' being 'me')
A very feisty girl, fiery, feisty and not at all afraid to go after and GET what she wanted.
I was 19 at the time, and whilst I am by no means attracted to/sexually oriented to little teenage girls, now or then, and not ever, ever, to children. There was never a question about it being a case of power hunger, or inequality in what we had. I saved and saved and saved and scraped, hauling every last pound I could get hold of, save only for enough that when two of my close longterm friends (including my one and only neurotypical friend) I could take my turn to contribute and bring the weed for us to smoke to our get togethers, which is only right, if some friends repeatedly invite you over to nice friendly cozy evenings out at their places, is it not?)
I'd saved as hard as I could manage, even trading in scraps of old copper wire, Cu/Pb pipework, lead from leaded glass windows, anything and everything I could get. Even tried to sell my TV, until I had enough to buy a lovely ring, 24ct gold, with a lovely big dark blue big sapphire as the centerpiece stone, surrounded by a halo of diamonds with which to ask for her soft, warm, beautiful and loving forever flapping hand in my own, as my wife.
No power imbalance, either of us could ask most anything remotely reasonable and have the other make it happen if the desired thing or action were something that the person asked was capable of so doing. Say the word to me, and it would be done. And not only would I sacrifice my own self to a battering in a fight if she were attacked, to give her time to make like a banana and split if it were somebody I couldn't take out, but after she introduced herself by way of giving my trachea a lick-polish, and told me that simply and inescapably, I was now HER'S, I gave myself to her completely and utterly, in terms of devotion, love and faith to her. As far as I was concerned, I was her sole property, and that was how it was. Not that I had any problem with that.
I've never looked at another just-about teenaged girl since, other than simply noting their approach on the street pavement in order to allow them free passage, but I'm 28 now, and in this one particular special (and speshUL too, gorgeously so
) girl's specific case, if I met her now at that same paintball game, and got introduced by just about the most pass and she gave me that same delicious larynx-luncheon introduction as she did when I met her in reality, I'd change nothing whatsoever, other than having the benefit of hindsight, worked on where we broke up and worked HARD to make everything succeed, even now I think of this girl very often, and every time i do, I cannot help but break out a huge smile, and cutting loose with a burst of the healthy, sustaining, warm joyful laughter, y'know what I mean? the sort of laugh that warms the laugher right the way from between his ears to the very tips of his pinky toes, restores a sore, tired, pained spirit and generally bubbles up like an overflowing oil well full of wholesomeness?Power imbalance did not exist. I not only treated her as my equal, but as far as I was, and still am concerned, she was, and always will be equal in status to myself. If I had ever tried to abuse her, I am about 95% certain that she would not have needed family or friends to go and fuck me up, she would just do it herself, and chances are high that I'd be in the ER as a result, indeed, I believe her capable of killing, if she were ever crossed in the wrong way, psychologically speaking. And if somebody else had abused her, I wouldn't have given the chance to get into legal difficulties with cutting loose on the perp, I'd have gone and introduced the evildoer to the business end of my sledge hammer into their ribcage, nadgers, cock end and collarbones, and/or broken their back and left them living, to shit and piss themselves in their diapers,or just crap all over their wheelchair
We didn't hide our relationship either, which I believe might say something about how right or not that it was, and we were treating and respecting each other. First time I met her mother, we walked round to my fiancee's place, she opened the door and had me step inside, my lil' snugglemuffin hanging off my arm like a curvy, sexy as hell brunette (and very very very much beloved) fox-shaped bracelet, intertwined with..errr...a bit of a worn-around-the-edges bio/chem/physics hacker of a generally gothy metalhead type with piercings and almost never to be found outside a pair of comfy army surplus combat trousers and one or other of my trenchcoats and other leather jackets
Still, her mom, whilst I don't think she was actually thrilled about the idea of her special needs daughter going out and asking someone almost 20 to marry her, she did at least seem to be glad that her man was someone who takes his principles in a relationship extremely seriously, and who both treated her daughter as the equal she is, had a lot in common with her, and that the extent of the mutual love was long indeed, and that we had a lot in common. Tolerated my presence at her house enough to raise no questions when we disappeared off to the bedroom for the entire time, and she (her mom) was always perfectly civil, polite and well mannered towards me, she never once treated me anything but civilly, even if she did think I was too old/her lovely girl too young/both.
Have never before or after looked at a girl anywhere near that age, indeed my last GF (and stalker, lol) is just a hair short of 50 (and absolutely stunning to boot, a real mindblower of a lady, smart as hell, feistier than a mountain lion on meth and autistic as fuck, just the perfect way for a lady to be and no two ways about that)
Do I still think of cazzie, the younger girl? yes. Do I still think she was gorgeous? no I don't. I KNOW she was gorgeous
, would I still say yes (assuming I had any say in the matter of course, I didn't much at the time) to her throat-tickling order to be hers? Absofuckinglutely. And yes, if I could go back in time, I would make damn sure that ring ended up on her finger, and that as soon as she turned 16, would have had a wedding ring on it too.I still wish I had done, and I don't think its anything to be ashamed of. If I had a child that I had ever met and some paedo guy started making a move on that kid, then it would be the last move said nonce EVER made, short of when the body got wrapped in chicken wire fencing and thrown off the top of beachy head, severed knob between his teeth, or got nailed into a coffin full of hungry sewer rats and painted with meatpaste. One nightmarish end or another, one way or another, the end result would be the abuser of my child screaming and screaming and screaming for so long his vocal cords ruptured.
But if I knew for sure that the girl's older boyfriend (or fiancee) DID love and cherish her as a member of the family, and would, as I did in my own such relationship, as much or even more than he valued his own life, then I would just be glad for for the joy brought to my offspring. Sex is one thing, if it is mutually, and totally loving. Abuse however, would invite down such a grisly, agonizing, miserable and terrifying fate upon his head, that books would be written about the horrors visited upon the abuser the likes of which would not be forgotten for centuries.
I cannot, and will not, however, justify either the forcible breaking apart of a truly close and loving couple in the same circumstances that I myself had one of the two most precious and loving relationships I have EVER been in; and neither would I see fit to call down the flames of perdition upon the head of an equal, loving older partner, as long as it wasn't something obviously wrong, like a 50-something going gunning for my 10yo daughter. That would just result in some nasty old creep getting a couple of rounds in the lower spine and a whole lot of torture.
I figure its probable that some people here will empathize with my tale, knowing that my ex fiancee was held elevated higher than my own self, when I considered the pair of us, and another subset of posters are going to want me burnt at the stake or nailed to a tree by my scrotum and left to starve to death or expire from infection. But I posted it, for the purpose of illustrating that loving relationships in that age bracket CAN exist without a power vacuum. I've never had a controlling bone in my body. I'm not passive, and I am perfectly able to meet force with force if I must do so, but I prefer to avoid it, and I just have neither desire, nor the slightest USE for holding power over an individual in a relationship.
What I want, is the lovely, cozy times curled up in bed around each other watching star trek (caz is a MASSIVE trekker, used to write some really good, and absolutely frikkin' filthy trek porn fanfic, I was actually shocked to first read it, it was that dirty and kinky as hell), those first moments seeing her running up, shouting 'hHIIIiiiiiiii **** [my name redacted] and feeling the warmth of her arms as we got to see each other after term time, and on my breaks home from my distant boarding school, feeling her nails down my back, and that special ed-sounding sexy voice she had, to things like spending time in a park slugging down bottles of cider, or surprising her with a quarter of herb, while in the midst of a really powerful, driving torrential storm, her snuggling up around me to both help shield me enough to skin up for us and us both holding on tightly to each other to prevent being physically blown away. Those little moments, the ones that are really just simple things, that brought us closer together, the things like when I gave her a star trek encyclopedia asking nothing in return, but drinking in every wonderful attosecond of immediately after I did, guzzling down the light shining from her face, or the proposal being accepted, meaning we both got to wolf down the way our eyes lit up with pure, simple and utter delight, or cracking a joke she finds hilarious, and getting a massive case of the warm fuzzies from seeing her made joyful, knowing that *I* was the one to bring that little spark of happiness into her day, the entertainment making things go BOOM!
I'll never, EVER forget those sorts of things, or the way she introduced herself and staked her ownership claim upon me, and I really will treasure the memories until the day I finally breathe my last; and I still wish dearly that I could go back and have her back by my side, my best friend at the time in all the world, brightest light in my life then, my lover and dearest love. Kind, supportive, loving, good to animals, sharing interests, autistic as all fuckdom, smart, kinky minded, creative, gorgeously sexy and....just...well...special. Very, very, very special. The only time I have ever been lucky enough to be in a relationship that was with a partner that I 'clicked' with so strongly it was the opposite end of the age scale, my 48-49yo stalker (and massive sexpot of a stunner. She doesn't even think she is tolerable, let alone desirable, but in that case she couldn't be more wrong, that lady is nothing short of a walking miracle made flesh.
Since those two relatioships ended, I haven't been in another, with anybody, and don't know if I ever will, because between these two absolutely exceptional girls, the bar for a relationship has been set so high, that finding any woman at all who could b be of similar quality, similarly special, AND autistic as well, such a woman is not at all easy to find,
(the greek comes from boy/child, and the meaning of edwina's 'young boys' hasn't changed)