When I was in 1st grade, I had a huge crush on my teacher. She was quite the cutie. :wub: I wrote her love notes, and I made sure to let her know my feelings on nearly every writing assignment. :flower: She was a darling about the whole thing, leaving me smiley faces on my work, and generally taking the whole ordeal in stride. Looking back on it, however, I can't imagine the pain she must have been going through. After all, it was a public school, and my parents' taxes were helping to pay her salary. What could she have conceivably done? Of course I was abusing my power. But as a six-year-old kid, I couldn't help myself. She wore demure but very flattering clothes. I was a monster. Behind my innocent young eyes was a lust that could not be contained. :naughty:
In the immortal words of the venerable St. Augustine, I had entreated chastity of Thee and had prayed, "Grant me chastity and continence, but not yet." For I was afraid lest Thou shouldst hear me too soon, and too soon cure me of my disease of lust which I desired to have satisfied rather than extinguished. Behold, now let my heart confess to Thee what it was seeking there, when I was being gratuitously wanton, having no inducement to evil but the evil itself. It was foul, and I loved it. I loved my own undoing. I loved my error—not that for which I erred but the error itself. A depraved soul, falling away from security in thee to destruction in itself, seeking nothing from the shameful deed but shame itself. :paperbag:
Come at me, bro. :torch:
Please note: I'm not making light of anyone who has legitimately suffered from abuse, physical or emotional. But I think the Barnum & Bailey manner in which the media (and thereby, the public) approaches the matter is damaging to both guilty and innocent parties alike.
In the immortal words of the venerable St. Augustine, I had entreated chastity of Thee and had prayed, "Grant me chastity and continence, but not yet." For I was afraid lest Thou shouldst hear me too soon, and too soon cure me of my disease of lust which I desired to have satisfied rather than extinguished. Behold, now let my heart confess to Thee what it was seeking there, when I was being gratuitously wanton, having no inducement to evil but the evil itself. It was foul, and I loved it. I loved my own undoing. I loved my error—not that for which I erred but the error itself. A depraved soul, falling away from security in thee to destruction in itself, seeking nothing from the shameful deed but shame itself. :paperbag:
Come at me, bro. :torch:
Please note: I'm not making light of anyone who has legitimately suffered from abuse, physical or emotional. But I think the Barnum & Bailey manner in which the media (and thereby, the public) approaches the matter is damaging to both guilty and innocent parties alike.