Morgan Eli Kohl / AlexReynard - Furry Rescue Rangerphile with Odd Rape Obsession

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So I have some questions for @AlexReynard:
  • Daniel's backstory seems autobiographical. Is it?
  • Although the story has no sex, it is strongly suggested. Moreover, the relationship that develops in the six days of captivity (portrayed in an unambiguously positive light) bears a strong resemblance to "grooming" as practiced by pederasts. Are you, or were you at the time of writing, a pederast?
  • How have your unusual fetishes shaped your expectations and interactions with women in real life?
Thank you for being fair in your critique.

"Daniel's backstory seems autobiographical. Is it?" Partly. None of the specifics are, because I wanted this story to be simple and relatable, and 'alcoholic dad and sullen teen brother' are more familiar archetypes than the complicated mess of my own family. But Daniel's emotions are very much my own. I never really planned to write the story, it just all tumbled out. Many of my stories have been a way for me to explore myself, by having a character go through something emotionally similar to something I've been through physically.

"Are you, or were you at the time of writing, a pederast?" It's Daniel's point of view, not Melissa's. I don't want to be the adult, I want to be the child. There is a common theme of 'character is taken away from a bad situation and everything turns out better' that pops up in a lot of my stories. There's a reason I keep going back to that theme. When I was a kid, my mother and I were having yet another fight, and this time she threatened to give me up for adoption. I was horrified at first, because I'd lose all my friends at school and have to give up my toys and stuff. But the more I thought about it later that night, I realized I wish she'd gone through with it. She was telling me horror stories about the horrible people that might get their hands on me in foster care, and I realized that, that idea wasn't as scary as staying with her. There was half a chance that maybe the new family would be nice. And even if they were physically abusive, at least that would be better than the constant emotional abuse, insults, mind games, blaming, screaming, and gut-wrenching fear I was living with already. At least you can show someone a bruise and maybe they'll do something about it. So yeah. My writing often explores the theme of a character being pulled out of their normal life, resisting at first because it seems like their worst nightmare, but then coming to realize they were never happy where they were and this new place, scary as it seems at first, is actually better. Maybe it's all about feeling suicidal. I don't believe in a Christian afterlife, but it would definitely be nice if there was something else. Some chance to have something better than this. It's entirely possible that all my writing is just trying to give myself hope that I'll have some kind of a second chance after I die.

Besides, I could never be a pederast. I'm too fucking ugly. I'm the kind of guy who wears shirts at the beach. Even if I found kids sexy enough to want to fuck, the sight of my hair-covered gut coming into the image would kill my erection like acid. There's another clue for ya: the protagonists of my stories never look like me.

"How have your unusual fetishes shaped your expectations and interactions with women in real life?" I don't know. I think it's more likely that who I am has shaped my fetishes, rather than them shaping me. But actually, in real life, I'm mostly asexual. I've had several heterosexual and homosexual experiences, and I just didn't feel any arousal. I've honestly tried to have relationships. And it's not a lack of trust or fear of commitment. You'd think with my abusive childhood I'd be full of shame and rage, but instead I just didn't feel anything. I empathized to an uncomfortable degree with that Star Trek episode where whats-her-face falls in love with Data and he's really trying to do everything right, but of course he can't be what she wants, and she eventually realizes that and goes off to find a human being. I was actually offered sex a while ago by a friend's polyamorous partner, and I turned it down because, for one, I didn't feel any desire to, and also, it would be cruel to subject them to that kind of disappointment if I did. When I write sex scenes in my stories, I'm usually doing it because that's what I think other people would want to read. My personal fantasies are much more abstract. Would I have been like this without my abusive childhood? I don't know. I know that being gay or straight is innate and not dependent on experiences, so maybe this is too. Though I'll admit I masturbate a lot. I envision whole stories, sometimes several. And I'm almost always an observer, not a participant. I seem to be more aroused by the thought of someone else having fun than myself. Though I'm not lonely. I don't feel like I need anything more than this. I'm not angry at women (or men) for not being with me. I'm just more aroused by my own imagination than anything else. I am what I want, at least sexually. In a way, I'm relieved. I sure as hell don't feel any desire to procreate, and with the toxic genes on either side of my family, it's a damn good thing the cycle of abuse ends with me. I am perfectly content just writing my little stories and not dragging anyone else into it.

Sudden thought: maybe this ties into what I just said in the other question. The common element in all my sexual encounters has been my repulsive fleshy self. Maybe that's why I feel nothing when I'm with another person. The moment is spoiled my me being there. Yet my mind is everything my body isn't. I'm aroused by fantasy because I don't have to be in it.

Thank you for asking these questions. I think I've just had a major revelation about myself here.
 
A link to the CDC's Study:What he doesn't grasp is even with a liberal interpretation, this study still suggests women are significantly more likely to be victimized by all forms of sexual and intimate violence.


I don't disagree with that. You're refuting an argument I didn't make. I don't care if there's only a tiny handful of men that are victimized. It wouldn't matter if women were 99.99% of victims and men were 0.01%. It wouldn't matter if we were talking about race or religion rather than gender. If the law does not recognize the victimization of any classification of people, and the courts do not prosecute their rapists, that is a double standard that ultimately harms everyone.

What kinds of books did you read?

Daniel Pinkwater, William Sleator, lots of random comic books, Choose Your Own Adventure, and Stephen King.
 
I was actually offered sex a while ago by a friend's polyamorous partner,

My personal fantasies are much more abstract. Would I have been like this without my abusive childhood? I don't know. I know that being gay or straight is innate and not dependent on experiences, so maybe this is too. Though I'll admit I masturbate a lot. I envision whole stories, sometimes several. And I'm almost always an observer, not a participant.

The common element in all my sexual encounters has been my repulsive fleshy self.

Yet my mind is everything my body isn't. I'm aroused by fantasy because I don't have to be in it.


Ok, sorry to say but after reading and rereading your comment hear, I want to point out a few things which I find disturbing...really disturbing, alot of people on here know what I do and too tell you the truth I am overqualified for what I do anyways I digress.

you had an abusive childhood,not getting help for it has evolved into scat pictures and some really disturbing sexual fantasies of watching people have sex...many Serial killers started with fantasies of watching people have sex and then it turned to fantasies about rape...then it became rape and then it became raping and homicide and you hate your "body" but is it that you hate your mind for what you think, not saying your a bad person or think any of these things. You have been trying to justify yourself, I have a question have you ever wanted to make your fantasies real?
 
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you had an abusive childhood, you really did and your denying it

How does admitting it mean denying it? I absolutely had an abusive childhood. If I didn't say it explicitly, it was because I didn't want to sound like I was whining for sympathy. I don't need any.

and not getting help

I've been in therapy most of my life.

and you hate your "body" but is it that you hate your mind for what you think

No, quite the opposite. I'm fine with my fantasies because I know they're fiction. Same as I feel much different about watching an action movie than watching violence on the news. One has real life consequences and suffering, the other doesn't.

You have been trying to justify yourself, I have a question have you ever wanted to make your fantasies real?

No. I thought I was crystal clear on this: I don't feel any desire to, and even if I did, I wouldn't anyway. I appreciate your concern, but I worked hard to instill in myself something killers and rapists lack: empathy. I'm well aware that abuse victims often become abusers. That's why I'd choose to be celibate even if I did have physical desires. I suffered enough as a kid to know I never, ever want to make anyone else feel that way. I'd rather be castrated. I'd rather be under a tombstone.
 
I absolutely had an abusive childhood. If I didn't say it explicitly, it was because I didn't want to sound like I was whining for sympathy. I don't need any.
Yeah, I changed that bit, I was typing rather fast. If you care to elaborate on what abuses you endured trust me you wouldnt sounds like you are whining.

I've been in therapy most of my life.
good because without it you might be worse off.

No, quite the opposite. I'm fine with my fantasies because I know they're fiction. Same as I feel much different about watching an action movie than watching violence on the news. One has real life consequences and suffering, the other doesn't.
Whats to say that one day you reach wits end and forget that? how do you cope?

I appreciate your concern, but I worked hard to instill in myself something killers and rapists lack: empathy.
You instilled empathy but what happens if someone or something overtakes your empathy, I know that for people who have been abused empathy when Shit hits the fan is the first thing to leave. mental illness cannot be tamed and this board is rife with examples of that. Also many Serial killers/ mass murders/rapists have compartmentalized their lives, some actually have empathy but only when they are on a cool down cycle...just FYI
 
Five pages. Jesus.

I can understand making fun of someone who's ugly and fat and has fetishes and political opinions you don't like. But the sheer AMOUNT of stuff you've dug up about me is mind-boggling. Like, I never pay this much attention to anyone I dislike. Widget, yeah, but that was kind of inevitable, seeing as they stalked me for nearly a year and I was trying to get their information to the police. But otherwise, if I see a movie I hate, I talk about it with my friends or write a journal, and then I watch something else. If I get in an argument with someone online, I stop whenever they do and I don't keep it going. I try to spend more time focusing on the things I enjoy rather than things I hate.

What also confuses me about pages like this is, it's almost never anything new. Okay, you mentioned some of my MRA opinions this time around. Good for you. But you're still eye-popping at the same drawings I made seventeen years ago. It's as if you think I don't know I don't have much skill at drawing. I'm entirely self-taught and it shows. I used to like to draw all sorts of crazy fetish stuff to see how far I could go, and now I concentrate more on my writing. And as much as you make fun of my cartoons and journals and comments, I wouldn't have posted them if I was afraid of being criticized. Yes, I wrote a disgustingly-hateful journal to someone I hated. Read the comments there; everyone else was more offended than the actual person I wrote it to. Yes, I masturbate to things most people do not masturbate to. Yes, I'm fat (though I'm less fat now than I was in the Park video.) Yes, I am an egalitarian MRA who started out with opinions much harsher than they are now. And yes, I have a lot of mental illness that makes me miserable a lot of the time. Funny.

But I also have friends I care about. I have fans of my writing. Just last month, someone I barely knew bound a book of mine and mailed it to me. An actual cloth-bound hardcover. I can hold that in my hands and feel stunned that someone chose to do that. So, yeah. I'm not posting this here for any particular response. I'd prefer you take down the stuff about my address, because other people live here too. Have some consideration for them, please. But the rest of it... have fun I guess.

TL,DR: For you, the day Alex Reynard's crayola asshole graced your monitors was the most important day of your life. But for me, it was Thursday.

Don't get cocky, you are just another sperg in a sea of autism.
 
This guy is as open as nick, without poop fetishes. Hopefully no poop.Edit, been proven wrong,
of course he likes poop
So ifyou have any sense you'd quit explaining yourself and lay off the board for the rest of your life. Thankfully that won't happen
 
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