Content warnings: pedophilia, abuse
Hello Shugarrr,
I know. I’m sorry. It’s been a while…
Adulthood is real work, rough work, and mostly work that no one appreciates.
I have been bustling and trying to step out of my comfort zone. I tried that last week, and I ran back. Dipping my toes into unfamiliar waters felt like drowning. It was too much work and too little reward.
The sheer pressure almost compressed me, it felt like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders.
I know I can only keep trying, and that’s why I am with anxious breath and pressured lungs. I’m trying my hardest to find that light at the end of the tunnel.
Yours truly,
D
Dear Shugarrr,
You may not know this, but I’ve made a startling discovery: how ped***lia is entrenched in many communities.
When I was younger, I didn’t pay much attention, or maybe I just didn’t know. Lord knows I almost always had my head in the clouds those days.
Last week, someone pointed out the issue and now it’s almost like I could see its markers everywhere, from the highschool teacher who impregnate and then marry their students to police officers who abuse those they ought to protect.
It is in the lewd offhand comments of men and the whistling after teenage girls. The worst art is the admission of the rot even in public, with tallies kept on how much havoc these
monsters have wreaked.
Dear Shugarr, is the girl child only safe when she’s dead?
Yours truly,
D.
Tags: pressure, overwhelm, consent, adulthood
