I will answer with a letter I recently sent:
Dear ...... :
I had a male 25 years old cousing, whom I loved a lot. He had always been very nice to me.
When I was 11 years old, he started hugging me and caressing me tenderly, and eroticly.
After a few weeks of this, he seduced me, I had sex with him and I wanted it, but the bare truth is that the experience was really great.
I am now the father of several happy normal kids and have a wife. I am not gay, (not that I think being gay is bad).
Why do I write this?
When my second kid had just been born, my cousin and I had long ago stopped having sex, but we still cared for each other; my cousin had a wife and a
daughter himself already, and at that time... police found out that he was a pedophile, because a neighbor told on him; there was no kid acusing him,
they just found some images on his computer
of him having sex with some boys, maybe even one of the boys was me... I dont know... I dont remember if he took pictures of us having sex, if he did,
those were some really happy pictures.
My cousin didn't want to face his family, and to be raped and lynched on jail... so he just killed himself.
I was a coward, as I should have said we had one of the most uncredibly love and sex relationship I have ever had, I should have told everyone that he
was great to me.
But then, as now, I kept my mouth shut, I have a family, god knows what would happen if I speak up.
All I tell you, is that you on the media only hear about the most horrible cases that include: raping, murdering, hitting... because when the case
is a happy romantic one, we who live it in our own blood, just don't speak about our relationship, because we don't want our pedophile to be
I really think my cousin died because of these lies.
All I want is that the truth is known, there are good pedophiles, that just don't deserve to be treated the way they treat them all.
Stop killing good pedophiles: it is just false that sex between a man and a boy is always harmful.
At my cousin's funeral, I wanted to return him to life, I wanted to bring him back to us, to tell every one that my cousin was a really great man,
that what police said about him
was not true (that he was not a psycotic, not a sick child abuser, not a child raper).
These lies killed one of my dearest relatives, he won't come back, my aunt loved him deeply, my aunt was devastated, and she never recovered from it.
She died a few
years afterwards, and the talking about his pedophile son never ended
But as the freaking coward that I am, I just kept silent, he was already dead, but, what if I had started to speak up before?
Could I have saved his life, if I had?
I feel that I betrayed him by keeping my mouth shut.
And the truth, simply, barely remains: I loved the sex we had. A few times, I even go as far as to miss that wild sex we had, the way he made me feel,
like a perfect treasure that needs to be
cared after. Right now, I am the one who keeps the treasure that my wife is, but one day I was the treasure, too.
And the one who one day did cherish me, killed himself to prevent being lynched
It is just not fear, it is simply a lie.
I hope you think about this, I hope you take your fears and prejudice aside, and think.
edit on 27-6-2011 by howdoyoufindthetruth because: (no