MPD, White crows, and coquettish cherubs

Ok, it's late, my borogroves are a little mimzy, but let me explain a few things. Firstly, I'm elated to hear you don't see everything the exact same way I do, for if you did, what would be my purpose in interacting here? Why, I'd obviously already have the answers that I could be searching for, and this forum could be termed as simple redundancy at best, or possibly a symptom of multiple personality disorder at worst! At the least, it would be a waste of my time. Such pompous swagger is surely the mindstuff of fools. Secondly, I may not agree with your opinions, but I will fight to the DEATH to defend your right to say them, so keep them coming. And finally, general semantics (and a few moments of honest reasoning will resolve this) states that there are no absolutes, i.e. it takes only one white crow to prove that all crows are not black. Therefore, if just one lg out there did seduce a ped, would that incident not be the exception? How many exceptions are needed to prove that all crows are not black? Regarding my lgm at the walmart sporting goods counter "grocery," I don't think for a minute that this lg had anything even approaching seduction or sex on her mind. I doubt if she really knew what sex was. She was responding to my attentions, absolutely, but I could tell that she was also testing out new roles and behaviors. She seemed to be straddling the two worlds, playing the coquette as well as the cherub. But I also have to say this: Even though I am a pedo, amazingly enough, not every thought I have is of children and sex. My pet "-philia" is only one aspect of me, a mere cog in my clockwork. It colors my general outlook on life, but it is by no means the beginning and end of my personality. And when I have an lg moment, I don't immediately fantasize about sex either. My thoughts usually run to how good it would feel to hold and love this person. I wonder how it would feel to hold her hand in the mall, to talk to her, to be loved by her, to run my fingers through her hair. I'd be delighted to help her with homework, to gain insights from and share some of my own with her. I want to experience life through her eyes. My attraction consists of all of these things wrapped up into a warm, fuzzy, little ball that sits in the pit of my stomach and spreads to illuminate my entire being. Many folks can admit to enjoying these sorts of "attentions" without acknowledging their own pedophilia. And that's OK. What makes us pedos isn't that we fantasize about sex with every child we see. It's the fact that we don't draw lines in the sand. It isn't that we avoid "adult" relationships. It is that we don't live in boxes. It is that we're not afraid to let love and nature take their fated courses. And it's that we believe in white crows, because we've seen them.