Article, by two respected Swedish Gentlemen.

"The angst I experience when I observe a cute, untouched body of a girl destroys me, sucks the life right out of me. It feels like it can ever be true, as if I have lost my chance. Without me wanting to destroy that which exists between daughter and father, my thoughts lean towards her innocense - her duties. That which in her is unspoiled are my scars. Even if my desires will not destroy the children that they concern, I can picture scenarios in which they do. Although I can take care of the most pitiful child in my longing arms, I can enjoy the thought of it suffering... crying? Its not about sadism, more like a deep urge to take care of something/someone, comforting that which is helpless... Sexually as well as emotionally. In the deepest recesses, although, the though of growning inside a young body exists. Naturally I want them to picture me as a "playmate".. No fear, no "bad man", just two kids experimenting their budding sexuality. That which is unknowing, naive and innocent attracts me with an intensity that makes me cry with longing and frustration. Im missing something, but I dont know what. Im allready condemned, but who condemned me?

I love you all, I wish you no harm. Forgive me before I meet you. Everything is dark outside and I long for your comforting embrace. What gives you the right to condemn me? Every day I about people like me, and worse! What is it that make you raise your eyebrows? What I feel is closer to true love than you hypocrites ever will be able to feel. Your violence dwarfs mine thousandfold. I condemn you! You are the true monsters of this world. We meet. We are locked in each other gaze for a moment. You might picture me as a "big boy", good looking although its a concept you can hardly define. In you I see beauty and love.. Something I cant explain, however it is captivating. You captivate something inside me that craves the untouched. In a sense, the unknowing. Your barren gender represents to me a fresh prod.uct something which has not yet been spoiled by the cynism of the modern society. Do I have to beg? Hold my penis, jerk me off. Youre my good little girl... Can you see in the porno how the girls get the sperm in their mouths?

"Oh, dont cry. Youre a big girl now. Hold my dick harder. When I cum, you swallow the sperm, got it? Spread your cute little buttcheeks and let me see your shy crevice and painfully pink asshole. Do you want to tease me? Do you want to see me violent? The violence is in me, you have the key to unlock it. The key is your seemingly (but impossibly) unknowing sexuality. In your simple painfulness, youre there. So cute, smooth and complacent. Without me wanting it, without YOU wanting it, Im the victim and so are you. Who made this happen? Did I look for you, or were you drawn to me. Were I, my playfulness, a victim for someone? I dont know... I dont know... The answer I seek, is hidden beneath the milky white curves of a child. Do the young girl not hold answers to my existance twixt their creamy legs. If not, maybe all hope is lost? I simply wish, I was born again - as a girl. I would then, aware of my strenght, lead men to their temptation and let them yield to it. Would I then become a tight, never exhausted abyss - a medium cunt? Finns liv ej mer? Kommer jag att fånglas? Although, I always will be..."