The holiday season is chaotic even under normal circumstances. When a pair of DPS special agents show up on the doorstep the Friday before Christmas, though, the seasonal stress gets elevated to an entirely new level.

On Friday the 21st of December, Janelle and I were r...

As I prepped for coming out in June I made a point of telling those closest to me what I had planned. Most of these people had known of my journey for years, but I needed to let them know that I was going public. I gave everyone this head’s up because I knew that some...

I’d like to thank everyone who reached out to me over the past few weeks and offered words of encouragement regarding my journey as a minor-attracted person (MAP). Your responses have been uplifting, and I wanted to make sure that you knew just how much they meant to m...

As I close this week of discussion, I’d like to leave with the following:

“Piece of #### .. your kind needs to be extreminated from the face of the planet .. regardless if you offend or not .. sicko”

“You need to be put down”

“All you pedophiles need to just die ... your...

As I prepared to come out publicly, I told more than a dozen of my closest friends and family of my plans. I wanted them to be prepared for any potential backlash. I also wanted to help them understand what would drive me to an admission that includes a real possibilit...

As I’ve discussed my attraction to minors this week, I’ve kept it focused on my own struggles and my growth through that journey. This post marks a shift in my emphasis as I move toward more external analysis. I had hoped to avoid these topics directly, but it has beco...

I’ve posted an essay each of the last three days. I have three more planned as part of that journey, but I wanted to take a break here in the middle of that and do something different today.

Over the past twenty-five years, I’ve shared my struggles with several dozen pe...

My essays from the last couple of days have discussed attraction to minors, and my fight to overcome that. I want to make clear that my situation now is markedly different than it was when I began this struggle twenty-five years ago. In my teenage years and early twent...

When I was about ten years old, I had my bedroom in the basement of our house. That room may not fit with the image that the term ‘basement’ typically conjures to mind. This was no austere storage room or dreary storm cellar. Instead, the place was comfortably finished...

For me, the end of June is a time of contemplation and confusion. For one, the 25th of the month marks my birthday, and while there is always sufficient joy in the celebrations, every passing year also serves as a reminder of the fleeting nature of life. With the forti...