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Todd did this himself

Todd Nickerson is a sick fuck, who was given the platform of Social Justice in the form of ho-mag Salon.com to express how much he wants to molest young kids.

Excerpts from The Last Big Secret

As a teen, I had never met a peer who embodied those qualities before, and though she (Melanie) didn’t look like a child, she sometimes dressed and behaved like one, and that fascinated me

Meanwhile, I had taken a stab at a traditional relationship with a frustratingly normal young woman who was six years older than I. Lorrie had pressured me into sex many times over the three weeks that we dated, but I was repelled by the notion of it... I thought maybe — just maybe — if I could make it work I could leave my pedophilic side behind once and for all and forget about it.. As it turns out, when I finally did give in to Lorrie’s constant requests for sex, it was a no go. I could get an erection mechanically, but there was zero sexual excitement behind it and I couldn’t get off.
In some superficial ways Lorrie—petite, smallframed and nearly flat-chested—had been ideal for me

We (me and Melanie) continued to hang out to the point where I eventually suggested that we should officially call ourselves a couple. Why not? We were always together and we had the emotional bond, so we already had every component of a dating relationship except the sex.. I finally suggested that we should just go back to being friends and she agreed..

she was a smart girl and I think she had some inkling of my sexual orientation, knowing my love for kids and how I spent lots of time with the 4-year-old twin girls who lived next door, or with the 9-year-old girl in the apartment adjacent to mine. 

I may seem to you like the most unlikely champion of children, but I can assure you that my commitment to them is fierce and true, not despite my attractions but at least partly because of them. 

Excerpts from Short Story: Lone Kidd, or The Boy Who Grew up Too Soon

“But Papa! I’m a big boy now! I’m six . . . and a half. Why can’t I go?”.............

He unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop, revealing his pale scrawny torso. This was nothing—he often went bare-chested around his sister and her friends back in England, particularly on hot days. Next he removed the hook, which was attached by a harness, setting it on the ground by his shirt. Then, he unfastened his breeches and allowed them to tumble down his legs, kicking them off one leg at a time. His last piece of clothing, a pair of underpants, he hesitated to remove. Only at Kate’s urging did he pull them down and off, and now he stood as naked as the girl. He was much paler than she was in the places his clothing usually covered; the girl had a more even tone, owing to the fact that she sometimes went nude under the sun with the native children. She had told him about this.

They climbed into the tub simultaneously, lowering themselves carefully into the scorching water until they reached bottom. The water was pleasantly scented and unusually murky, so that he could not see past its surface. Truth be told, Lone was happy to be hidden from sight of the girl, who had glanced nonchalantly at his main-mast (as Papa sometimes called it), just as he had looked on her maidenhood in the same manner. He had seen his sister’s before, a smooth little hillock with a cleft in it, during her changing when she was a baby, and Kate was the same. So, it must be that all girls were so arranged.  How odd.

“Can I touch it?” she enquired.

“Huh? I-I don’t think we should touch each other there—”

She tittered. “That’s not what I meant, silly. Your arm.”

“Oh.” He raised his right arm out of the water and offered it to her. Carefully she investigated the deformed limb, being particularly fascinated with the tiny vestigial hand at its tip, which she rolled gently between her thumb and forefinger. Once she had sated her curiosity, Kate let go of Lone’s arm and launched herself at him, taking his shoulders in her hands and pressing her nose into his. This way they remained for some time, exchanging giggle for giggle, both of them in high humor and frankly amused at the absurdities of the human face at close range. Kate rose and stepped out of the water; Lone did likewise.


The boy was near the same age as they. Pale of skin and red of hair he was; dressed in brownish green tatters and wearing a self-fashioned crown of leaves, he projected some ancient and earthy quality though he was but a child like them. The boy’s movements were quick and sudden, almost spontaneous. His narrow but lively eyes darted to and fro; vitality coursed through his musculature. He looked every bit a youthful nature deity standing there, legs angled outward, fists planted on his hips, surveying the clearing as if he had just put a claim on it.

See Also

• Salon
• Evil-unveiled.com/Markaba - his article we saved from Evil-Unveiled when it was deleted

External links

• His blog
• his creepy shadowprojects story
• Possibly his reddit