I've never participated in this group as I should have. And now I
never will.
Having done some thinking -- always dangerous -- I'm finding that I
didn't know myself as well as I thought I did. I find myself the
victim of self-deception, and as I have stated here and elsewhere many
times, a pedophile cannot afford self-deception.
Robert Heinlein wrote that self-deception is the root of all evil, and
I believe that he was absolutely right. Self-deception can excuse any
behavior, and when your behavior can cause such harm, you cannot allow
it to take you. And so, at least until I can find the real me
underneath the mounds of bullshit, I am withdrawing.
I hope that all of you will be well, and that you will continue to
tread the path of caution, and I wish you the best.
Sincerely,
Steve
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One day, a scorpion looked around at the mountain where he lived and
decided that he wanted a change. So he set out on a journey through
the forests and hills. He climbed over rocks and under vines and kept
going until he reached a river.
The river was wide and swift, and the scorpion stopped to reconsider
the situation. He couldn't see any way across. So he ran upriver and
then checked downriver, all the while thinking that he might have to
turn back.
Suddenly, he saw a frog sitting in the rushes by the bank of the
stream on the other side of the river. He decided to ask the frog for
help getting across the stream.
"Hellooo Mr. Frog!" called the scorpion across the water, "Would you
be so kind as to give me a ride on your back across the river?"
"Well now, Mr. Scorpion! How do I know that if I try to help you, you
wont try to kill me?" asked the frog hesitantly.
"Because," the scorpion replied, "If I try to kill you, then I would
die too, for you see I cannot swim!"
Now this seemed to make sense to the frog. But he asked. "What about
when I get close to the bank? You could still try to kill me and get
back to the shore!"
"This is true," agreed the scorpion, "But then I wouldn't be able to
get to the other side of the river!"
"Alright then...how do I know you wont just wait till we get to the
other side and THEN kill me?" said the frog.
"Ahh...," crooned the scorpion, "Because you see, once you've taken me
to the other side of this river, I will be so grateful for your help,
that it would hardly be fair to reward you with death, now would it?!"
So the frog agreed to take the scorpion across the river. He swam over
to the bank and settled himself near the mud to pick up his passenger.
The scorpion crawled onto the frog's back, his sharp claws prickling
into the frog's soft hide, and the frog slid into the river. The muddy
water swirled around them, but the frog stayed near the surface so the
scorpion would not drown. He kicked strongly through the first half of
the stream, his flippers paddling wildly against the current.
Halfway across the river, the frog suddenly felt a sharp sting in his
back and, out of the corner of his eye, saw the scorpion remove his
stinger from the frog's back. A deadening numbness began to creep into
his limbs.
"You fool!" croaked the frog, "Now we shall both die! Why on earth did
you do that?"
The scorpion shrugged, and did a little jig on the drowning frog's
back.
"I could not help myself. It is my nature."
Then they both sank into the muddy waters of the swiftly flowing
river.
-- 4s00th@hushmail.com
My email is always available for those looking for and willing to supply support in the effort to remain boy-lovers and not become child-molesters de jure if not de facto.
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