No, I'm suggesting that people have a right to know when someone is being triggered with a kink and getting aroused so they can decide to not be a part of it and then lear after the fact, having afternoons of childhood sullied with sudden unwanted knowledge that her uncle was behind her with an uncontrollable boner.
I would as soon let him to his boners, but be able to choose not to be in the room with it, or accidentally trigger it and be confused as to why my uncle runs away whenever the ponies come out.
This is not a kindness to put someone in such a fucked up weird position with no map and no education and all confusion and dismay.
"Some adults have things they like and like to keep their like of it private. It's ok, but sometimes it can be weird or confusing when it happens. It's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about, but it is something people generally think is polite to keep rather private; if someone has 'a weird thing' for something, just know that it's best to just respect their privacy and not expose them to it so long as it isn't burdensome or onerous to accomplish this."
It's a lesson someone can learn when they are 5, worded properly
I think the breakdown in communication here is some folks aren't aware that there is such a thing as My Little Pony porn. I've seen a lot of stuff I wish I could unsee on the dark side of the internet.
Yeah. If I'd known it was there, I might never have actually found it. Then, there are other things there that I did know were there and did seek them out, and the only one I have to blame for opening my eyes to that is myself, so it's much easier to live with knowing. I'm not going to even name the things I have found, so dark they that they may otherwise entice the knower of such names to look into that void and despair as we have.
I will speak all of the names of this once to my child, but before the time of the deep internet, and bid them know this story of a child, now an adult but still also a child in the worst possible way, who drew shitty art, and never got better. Worse, in this shitty art fantasized the murder, rape, and torture of women who interacted with them, by them. They published, and publish still, these comics. Trolls found this person and tortured them and taunted them. This adult child with medical and psychological trouble... humans manipulated this man child for their amusement and they fucking documented it in a way that is still somehow charitable to how shitty their victim was, and is. This continues to be documented. The victimization continues to happen. The victim continues to be shitty, and draw shitty comics. Perhaps I have crossed a line among those who would shush.
Speak not of this again. Search not of it. Know this is true, and be glad you know no more. It is a void of true evil open and breathing and alive in our world.
I have shushed the name four times. I have spoken it in a dark room to my husband once, so that he know why it must be shushed, now having seen it now again. I will not speak it here.
I will not speak it again but to tell this story, speak it once perhaps in a dark room and bid them listen for it, and shush those who say it, and say that we do not speak of it.
It is a dark thing.
It is also a dark curse that can be spoken to those not yet infected and properly inducted, that they may in their curiosity follow the thread and then be tainted by knowing the reality of that sad, circular horror.
It is an innoculation and it must happen before a certain age, when the thought of such horror does not fascinate but rather disgusts and horrifies and confuses them. I might not word it quite this way at that age, mind.
But in this is a reality: skilled and wise education is not universal nor likely, but is still very important. It is thus prudent to find skilled educators in these things and have them teach a large number of people about them all at once, in age appropriate ways, with well designed lessons, I'm an organized manner.
We need comprehensive health and human development education.
Probably not about The Circular Horror, though. Perhaps leave that to we who shush.