I've scarcely been a pedophile two days and already I've learned to feel very oppressed. When strolling public parks I've discovered a constant need to remind myself, "It's not your fault, you were just born this way." This method of positive self-talk has given rise to a perverse sense of angry self-empowerment and an outpouring of spontaneous writing much like the sort once attempted by lesser writers such as Jack Kerouac.

Finally, I've learned to embrace that it is myself rather than any conceivable prey who is the true victim here.