The following text is an example of parrhesia and revaluation of all values at the same time. I openly represent a position which is socially outlawed, but which is also a truth about me. Become a pedophile?
That’s just about the limit! Most want to hang “child fuckers” and I demand here to become a pedophile.
To be a pedophile means to be “fond of children” or exactly to love children.
To love children but to forbid any eroticism is not possible.
Except for Kant: It would be a “love” of children without inclination, according to Kant’s categorical imperative, which should actually be called nihilistic imperative, because Kant stands for nihilism like no other. Ethics is for him pure duty, detached from any inclination. For, from his point of view, we live in a dark world dominated by Satan..
So, what Kant would call “love” would be a love just out of duty.
Many Germans are actually like that. They say, for example, “I have to entertain my kids now.” I often heard that from Germans in Portugal. Playing together with the children is for them not a common pleasure, but a duty. The parents would rather do something else. But what can you do. The children are there after all.
Three days ago, a little girl in a “shopping street” (you would call it a slum, here they call it Ibizza) in Diani suddenly came running up to me and just hugged me. She hugged me tightly. Her head was exactly at the level of my genitals. I stroked her head. It was a surprising and very nice feeling to be hugged just like that. I looked down the street. The mother saw the scene and smiled at me. I smiled at the mother. The girl then ran back again. I have never experienced this before.
But now:
The next day, suddenly the prettiest princess among the children in our compound also comes running up to me, first gave me a high five and then hugged me. What is it now? I gave her a short hug as well and then walked on. She now walked beside me and grabbed my hand. Ran along my hand through our neighborhood.
Is this supposed to be a coincidence? I don’t think so. I seem to radiate something, maybe exactly this affectionate love of children or even “pedophilia” with which I attracted these two children.
My affection was answered with affection.
Later, the girl’s mother came and said that her daughter had told her that she was now my girlfriend. And so we actually became friends. And still are. When she comes and other children sit next to me (with the exception of my daughter, of course, the indisputable leader of the hierarchy created by the children themselves) on the couch, they have to make room for her, because after all she is my girlfriend and has corresponding privileges.
I practiced here Parrhesia (showed me) and revaluation of all values, at least which concerns Germany, while in Kenya it is no problem at all.
And now the following thought came to me:
I remembered how much I liked to sit on my grandfather’s lap when he had advanced Parkinson’s disease. He had a drool cloth, he was shaking. I had no disgust at all about being close to him. Children really seem to feel what Kenyan or Thai or Filipino women (and men) are said to feel:
“Age is just a number“.
Children seem to have a completely different view of beauty. They look into the soul, not at the surface. Maybe the adults in the mentioned countries can do that too? This is what I try to learn for many years.
Later, in my autobiography, I will go into the discussions we had about this subject in the late 70s and 80s. Understood as a contribution of the reappraisal of this time.
Such a reappraisal has not even begun yet.
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