This is for all you men who like to cuddle little boys and girls … and for anyone who read that sentence and thought “that’s a bit creepy”.
This is for the men secure and aware enough to navigate the minefield of showing other people’s kids comfort, affection and encouragement, despite a cultural coercion akin to the slander slung at Muslims.
‘Cos that’s where we’re at folks: when it comes to men and children, we are the terrorist living next door, the suspect who sleeps down the hall, and you have to wonder how this mistrust is being internalised by the little boys and girls looking on. Full Article
I make a point of never being around a child unless the parent or some other adult supervision is present — that way, no misunderstandings, no false accusations. I will add, I’m actually afraid to go into a park because if a lone guy — registrant or not — enters a park these days, people are so sick with mass psychosis that they presume he is a sex offender looking for kids.
In fact, when I tossed my trash out in the back when a small family was living downstairs, I would pass by that apartment where a kid would always come running up to say hi and talk with me — and I always stayed outside talking only through the window with a screen between us, would never go inside where the kid was, even though the mother was there. The kid terrified me one day when she came running to the door as I passed and was crying, and scared to hell, saying her mother had disappeared, pleading for help. Damn, I saw the kid really needed help, was coming apart at the seems, but I was terrified of any close contact no matter what. A situation like that could land me in prison — falsely accused and convicted! I did help anyway, and was scared to death the whole time, not at running into some nefarious character who might want to kill me, but of being falsely accused of something with the kid. The mother was no where to be found — until I went out front and found her in her garage getting some stuff out of storage. The kid had been napping when she went down there. Dang, can you imagine what it would have been like if I could not find the mother and had to call the police — and stay with the kid alone and face whatever accusations that would bring! You can’t even save someone, not even save their life, without being in fear now. I was so relieved to find that mother, because I was so afraid of having to call the police and being alone with the kid when they arrived.
Mind you, I have never even been accused of any sort of even minor offense against a kid — but I feel it necessary for ANY male — like I said, registrant or not — to take these kind of substantial precautions these days.