Man, just, as someone who grew up in a family with an ACTUAL FBI-definition-of-habitual-pedophile, watching people go completely apeshit over their IMAGINING of a pedophile is bananas. It's like, my good bitch, you are like that medieval artist trying desperately to draw a rhino, the likes of which you have never seen. (And that's kinda the glamour of it all, right? They've never actually MET this classic dyed-in-the-wool pedophile, so they imagine some kinda dark lord. They don't realize he was just a normal guy the vast majority of the time, bowling, bringing donuts to the workers at his bank, preferring lottery tickets to any kind of Christmas present.)
And of course, there's always proof in the pudding--he was the paragon of normal, while I got out and ain't never hurt anyone, I'm just a giant freak. Are they going to do real shit to HELP me, or do they just like using the IDEA of me for a glamorous holy war? Is my suffering just a fun club to beat others with? To beat ME with when they decide I'm not the cute little victim their war demands? Who do they truly care about: punishing the transgressor, or helping the survivors left behind?
I recently lost housing due to a roomy (trans, kinky and leftist btw) deciding I'm a child molester! That sure isn't a thing with REAL LIFE CONSEQUENCES TO MY LIFE THAT COST ME SHITLOADS OF MONEY AND MY HOUSING! And what could I say to potential future roomies about why I needed housing so fast, right? "Well, my roomy decided I'm a pedophile. Even though I'm not, I promise!" There's no way it DOESN'T SOUND BAD!
Sorry to be ranting in your inbox, this is just some bullshit holy war I see people staging, ostensibly on my behalf, and it honks me off.