Freaks, Perverts, and Ordinary Folks

So I was reading the previous publishing, and that got me thinking. Society of today, you know, has a lot of scapegoats when it comes to sex. Pedophiles, rapists, all of those people have come to represent that which we hate the most, because people do hate pedophiles and rapists, very intensively. But why are we all so antagonistic towards them, specifically? I mean sure, there's talk about how sexual abuse ruins peoples' lives and all that jazz, but - newsflash, people - murderers end peoples' lives. Shouldn't we be more scared of those?

So now I'm thinking: Maybe what we fear in the abusers is more about ourselves. I mean, it stands to reason that none of us have seriously considered, you know, killing someone. But I bet pretty much everyone's had some sort of weird, sexual, deviant fantasy - and there's why it's so scary when others act on them. We know that, if circumstances were difference, that could be you on the tabloids. Then again, sex is a pretty open thing today, nothin' you have to sneak with usually. It's been stated numerous times that your sexual orientation ain't nothing you can change, at least not for most people - and so it's okay to be queer or date two people at the same time. But what if you are one of those people, the bad people, the people who get horny from watching little boys undress? What's there to do about it?

One outta two things, it seems. Either you push it down, ignore it, and spend your life hating perverts for acting on what you're pushing down, or you become the pervert.

Man. I'm glad I ain't no pedophile. That would really make existence suck.