Hello. I’m a monster. Not just any kind of monster. Vampires and werewolves get to star in movies. They’re monsters, but they can also be heroes. I’m the worst kind of monster. I’m a sex offender. And the worst kind of sex offender. I’m a pedophile.
Don’t worry. I’m locked up. I’ve been in a federal penitentiary for almost two years and I’ll be here for at least another seven. No time off for good behavior. Not for monsters like me. When I get out, I’ll be on lifetime probation. That means that every couple of weeks, for the rest of my life, I’ll have to report to a parole officer and tell them what I’m doing. They can tell me where to live. They can tell me where I can’t live, or work or go. And everywhere I live my neighbors will get flyers warning them about me. If they miss the flyer, a handy database is there to show the address where I live. That makes it easy for anyone to find me and tell me what they think of me. Anyone. It’s perfectly legal to deny me an apartment, or service. You’re probably thinking that I deserve it. Being a monster and all. So… want to know what I did? Full Article