How were you conceived?

A stork dropped me off to my parents.

Big difference. He was 29 she was 14. If u have a daughter would u allow a 29 year old to get her up the duff. Then spit her out and move onto the next?

Sorry but age gaps fine but not wen they are young no! I’m an adult in a age gap relationship. We both have experience of life so it’s fine but a 14 year old hasn’t even flown the nest, still in education and hasn’t experience the adult life yet! So no it’s perverted and wrong

You said she lied and said she was 17. 17 is okay, 14 isn't.

Also i was referring to this part "He then went on to marry his very young wife. 25 years gap then cheated on her with someone even younger."

I've talked to 30 year old women who were way less mature than like a 18-22 year old woman. It all matters on their personality and maturity.

Their soul/spirit inside might be a million years old and lived so many times, or it might be a fresh one.

Regardless i told you that is legal in many countries, and back in the day they used to marry off 12-14 year old girls to older men.

What are men thinking when they are conceiving a child???

They are thinking, do it, do it, do it.


What, you asked.
Push back a little will ya.

Oh, look a pedo-apologist...noice...not...

Unless planned, 99% of the males are only thinking about getting off and then going about their life.

Again, a pedo is into children, like age 10 and under. Stop using the word incorrectly.

Go cry about that in Indonesia and Phillipines where age of consent is 12. I think in Mexico its 14.

14 is a child unless you follow either Talmudic or Shariah Law. In North America, a child becomes an adult when they can vote, join the military, and drink. Not before...got it?

Most 14 year olds have already started puberty. Prepubescent means before puberty. Thats the definition.

Lance is RIGHT YOU KNOW.

We aren't talking anything about what the law defines as an adult. You think most people nowadays wait to be an adult for having sex? Most girls have had sex with like 10 guys already by age 16-18.

Hopefully sexually; and not in a petri dish.

And with BGh in their milk they can start at 9. Your point being? Mr. Epstein, I knew you didn't kill yourself.

Pedophilia is a psychiatric disorder in which an adult or older adolescent experiences a primary or exclusive sexual attraction to prepubescent children. Although girls typically begin the process of puberty at age 10 or 11, and boys at age 11 or 12, criteria for pedophilia extend the cut-off point for prepubescence to age 13

Obviously he isnt.

Well I lost mine at age 12 to a 21 year old girl i met online and it was my consented will at the time thinking I was ready for sex. Had no idea how it was going to mess me up in the head later on. Nevertheless we are discussing the definition, maybe you mean the word ephebophile ?

That's all my point is that people misuse the word pedo and most aren't aware they meant the word ephebophile.

My dad is a peodo. And a peodo isn’t classed as a pervert seeking under 10s tssssss

He was convicted also for perving like I said. He’s a wrongen!

It’s disgusting. Simple!

My parents went on a vacation in the Ukraine near chernobyl and other places and there I was made and they drove home afterwards and I got born here at where I live...like dropped off forever

GLP users, both ACs and members, consists of people who never asked to be born interacting with each other.

Pedophilia is a psychiatric disorder in which an adult or older adolescent experiences a primary or exclusive sexual attraction to prepubescent children. Although girls typically begin the process of puberty at age 10 or 11, and boys at age 11 or 12, criteria for pedophilia extend the cut-off point for prepubescence to age 13

By consent I hope.

This is the term you should use to be correct, and this is what Epstein would be classified as.

ephebophile
A person who is erotically attracted to post-pubescent youths (i.e. males in their mid- to late-teens). A pedophile, by contrast, is attracted to pre-pubescent children.

Ephebophilia
Ephebophilia is the primary sexual interest in mid-to-late adolescents, generally ages 15 to 19. The term was originally used in the late 19th to mid 20th century. It is one of a number of sexual preferences across age groups subsumed under the technical term chronophilia

My dad forced himself on my mom back in the sixties. They were both in high school and my mom didn't really know the birds and the bees all that much. ( I believe her story because my dad is a womanizer, child molester, adulterer, and been married 5 times).

She was being raised by her mom who was a widow, and had her and her younger sister.

They were in the back of a car at Griffith park, and my mom got pregnant with me. It was a big scandal, and I was incredibly unwanted my entire life, I reminded my mother of all the BS that she went through, and she definitely seemed to take it out on me.

My mom went on to get pregnant four more times, and for some reason I always knew there was something weird about me compared to the others, as far as how my mom acted toward me. Then when I was 16, I did the math between the date that I was born and the date they got married. When my mother realized I had figured it out, you should have seen the look on her face. She was always so super strict that I not be around boys. I honestly can't judge, I know both my parents had some kind of neurological issues and/or emotional issues. That was a very long time ago and they have both moved on from their past for the most part.

Anal.

Planned/unplanned/super planned.

When I was born, my mom was happy to have me, but my dad(Narcissist), only wanted one boy and one girl. A second son wasn't in his plans, so, when they found out the gender he punched my mom in the stomach.

In all honesty, to my siblings he was always emotionally cold(narcissist), but what he could do financially for them, he did. With me? He went out of his way to be financially abusive/negligent. He didn't want me, so in his mind he felt like he shouldn't have to spend anything on me or help me in anyway(even though as a child/teen, I worked my ass off for him and his stupid business ventures).

When my parents split in my late childhood, due to the abuse my mom suffered, she was overly cold to me, and prioritized my siblings more. In many ways, she took her resentment on my dad out on me, because until my 20's, I looked like a more handsome/bigger version of him. She justified it in her mind thinking my dad would favor me because I looked the most like him.

7th and 8th grade, my siblings got new clothing, me? I had a few pieces of clothing from the salvation army, but by 8th grade I had little more then rags/ill fitting clothes. 9th grade I only had two shirts and two pair of pants to wear to school(even though because of stuff I ended up living with my dad, I had to buy my own clothing. When I worked for him, he treated me better as an employee then he ever did as a son.).

It wasn't until 10th grade when his girlfriend at the time chewed him out, and probably threatened to report him, that I finally was able to get proper amount of clothing for school and stuff.

God always planned for me to be born, but it was never to my benefit. He brought my life to ruin, just when I was about to be loved and do well in life, to utilize me for his own profit.

The only thing that keeps me centered is "just because others have done terrible things to me, doesn't mean I should allow the pain to consume me and become something I would never want to be. I'm a seedling, not clay to be molded, or metal to be shaped.".

Satan and his children, coupled with the other fallen, always loved to screw with me, but demons/spirits, generally leave me alone, as my pain reminds them of a taste of the Lake of Fire that awaits them.

In many respects, I feel like I'm trapped in a one dollar bet between the Divine and Satan.

Satan justifies his evil doing, because he is a hopeless being now. My counter argument is, Satan once knew love, and once knew hope. I never knew those things, and lived a life without feeling the warmth of love, or the well spring of hope. Yet, even to my enemies, I give good counsel, while Satan, especially to those he hates, gives bad counsel.

After I made that counter-argument to Satan, I was tested, and without flinching gave good counsel even to one I hated.

The being in the whirlwind, whom I know to be the Heavenly Father, offered me a crown of eternal glory, that I rejected. I only ever wanted to love and to be loved. Concepts like "glory", "righteousness", "forgiveness" and "holiness", are meaningless to me.

I still can't wrap my head around "forgiveness", as I don't want to hold anything against anyone/ accuse anyone, I just want the pain to stop, and genuine validation for the wrongs committed against me.

When I do accuse others, it is not from my own pain/bitterness, but from an unbiased position, and on behalf of others.

Even though I still pray for what was taken from me to be returned, I doubt my prayers will be acted upon. The only time my prayers really come to pass, is when I pray for my enemies.

I try not to become consumed by bitterness, it is hard though. I manage the pain by dividing my soul in some way's.

A portion of my soul is always alone in the dark crying. Another portion is always burning on fire in agony. While a third portion is marching forward, refusing to yield to the evil of others.

It is easier to lose myself in the pain of others, and champion those that don't have a champion. When I look back and see my own pain, it almost brings me down.

In many respects, if I was a Star War's character, I would probably be Vader. Still consumed by pain, but not evil though, because even though I'm in pain, it doesn't give me a right to harm others.

Some day's I'm able to bury the pain, those are "OK" days.

The only reason I was able to survive my early to middle childhood, is because when I was particularly saddened, I would feel a great hand reach into me and caress my soul. One of the reason's I never longed for Heaven, is because there is no wind in Heaven. As a child, more often then not, the only hugs I received was from the wind.

In truth, I understand that I'm a severely damaged/broken individual. In a vision I seen my end, the death of my soul. Right now, the only thing keeping me alive, is a seedling of the Holy Spirit, the Will of the Heavenly Father, and my own will. If my will falters, the other two forces can keep me on life support. If any element of the other two withdrawal, I know I will begin to die.

Once, when I wished for death, I pushed the other two away, and did begin to die. It required a certain amount of intervention, with the process being incredibly uncomfortable. Enough that I know not to repeat that action again.

When my Daddy put his pee pee into my Mommy's hoo ha.

My parents were married. I wouldn't say happily. Now, my wife and I, that's an interesting story.

So, we were friends. We had relegated ourselves to being a bachelor and bachelorette. We didn't see each other for a few months as friends. Ran into each other at her cousin's birthday party. Bob's your uncle, we saw each other the next week at a club. We kissed and got married nine months later.

We decided before we got married we wanted kids. A year in, the doctors told her. "No babies."

We were hiking one day up on the Primitive Area in Tahlequah. She was looking quite fetching. The long Kathleen Turner, young Kate Hepburn hair. The flannel tied around her waist. A tank top exposing tan swimmer shoulders. Her butt in cutoffs. Well, Bob's your uncle. The boy was born nine months later. And we're two hundred percent sure that's where it happened.

Now, there's a child conceived in the deepest love you can imagine. And on the side of a mountain in early fall. I can still smell the pine, cedar, and afternoon air.

By the way, he's a dead ringer for Chris Pratt as Andy Dwyer. And one of the sweetest humans on the planet. A better man than I'll ever be.

Awesome story!