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Love & Loyalty
The Best Thing That Ever Happened to MeGreg, age 16 I Love Him, and I Know That He Loves Me Darrel, age 16 It Shouldn't Be a Crime to Make Love Bryan, age 12 1/2 Boys Help Men, Too "College Boy", age 19 I'm Not Going To Be Kept Away from Him (An Interview) Thijs, age 11
Friendship & Fun
He Listens to Me, Unlike Most People Robert, age 16 Sex Is Really Beautiful with My Friend Dennis, age 13 The Beach Luis Miguelito de Argentina, age 13 De la Boca Chiquito Luis Miguelito de Argentina, age 13 Such a Relationship Is Very Beneficial Dan, age 19 "Air Guitar" Anton, age 14 Man, What a Feeling! Eric, age 14 Because I Enjoy It (An Interview) Theo, age 13
Respect & Support
If It Wasn't for Mark I'd Probably Be Dead Today Carl, age 14 Loneliness Mark, age 13 He Makes Me Glad I'm Gay Ed, age 14 The Politics of Ageism (http://www.nambla.org/alhonte.htm) Michael Alhonte, age 18 I've Learned So Much from Barend (An Interview) Gerrit, age 16
Consent
Thank God for Boy-LoversVictor, age 14 For The First Time in My Life I Felt Wanted Gabriel, age 16
MarkBestReselling
05-12-07, 12:22
Yea. I didn't even bother with links, these fucking people need to be put in prison, and when they are there, the guard will let people know why they are there. Once that happens(100%), they will be raped. Fuck all pedos. I bet they use p2p, rifk.
TwistedFate
15-06-08, 04:49
wow these faggots need to be burnt @ the stake
Dear NAMBLA,
When I was 13 years old I had my first sexual experience with someone older: my adult camp counselor. He had been my counselor for three years, was a school teacher somewhere, and was very kind to me.
My first year in camp I was very home-sick and this kind and gentle man would hold me close to him, in private, and allow me dignity as I cried onto his shoulder. He held me, stroked my back but in no way did he take "advantage" of me.
Over the next two years I had my parents request this man, whom I believed to have been in his late 30s, to be my counselor because I liked him and thought he was a very nice man.
During my third and final year I began having sexual desires for him, wanted him to kiss me, and tried to give him several hints. While other boys were working their way towards medals and projects they could take home, my project was to climb in bed with this man.
My chance finally came on a rainy night after all of us went to bed. I could not sleep and instead I went into his private quarters where he invited me to climb under the sheets.
He finally took the chance and fondled me finally kissing then sucking me over and over again. It was the most exciting sexual experience I have ever had.
The next day and for the final week of camp we reacted toward each other as if nothing had happened. I left camp never to see or hear from him again.
As a gay man in his early 30s I am not now attracted to children but to older men; perhaps thinking of my counselor. But my case is one to refute the charges that once molested as a child, a person grows up to be a molester of his own. I was not molested. I was loved and I feel I am better for it.
Sincerely,
Vince Connon
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Epic as fuck
Dear Sirs,
I am a 24-year-old black male who really wishes to join your organization. I firmly believe in all you stand for. I myself was shunned by society's rules and a small community's norms of acceptable behaviors. I was 13 and met a really nice 45-year-old man who really made me feel special. He liked me for what I was, not something that I could become. Sure, sex was a part of our relationship, but that wasn't the only thing. We enjoyed each others' company, sharing our thoughts and ideas on different topics, and setting our goals.
Well, needless to say, my parents found out and prohibited me from seeing him anymore. They also made me file a criminal complaint on him. He went to trial and was sentenced to 5 - 10 years on a variety of charges in which I had no say.
I told the judge that I consented to our relationship and what went along with it. He said that I was too young to make a "mature" decision. That kind of bureaucracy is driving our young people into their shells. I'm sick and tired of all this narrow-minded thinking, and would like to change it.
Thank you for the application for membership. I will be sending it along shortly. Please respond to my letter and give me some advice on how to, or how I should voice my opinion.
Sincerely,
Anthony Brigoli
Hello,
The following is a true story that happened to me. I decided to share my story in the hopes that people will see how unfair the system is to "the victim."
When I was about 14, I was in a really great Boy Scout troop and was having the time of my life. I had finally worked my way "up the ranks" and was the number-two guy in the troop. The leader of the troop, Gary, became my best friend. My parents had divorced a few years earlier (and my dad almost never came to see me), so Gary and I became really close. We spent quite a bit of time together both with the troop and alone.
Well, on one of our camping trips, we ended up sleeping next to each other (one of the perks of leadership was sleeping in the "cool" tent). Gary leaned over and kissed me. Not just a peck, but a full-on kiss. I kissed back. He unzipped my sleeping bag and started to touch my penis through my sweat pants. At this point, I became very nervous. This was my first sexual experience with another person and I was also worried about the other guys hearing something. I asked Gary to stop and he did.
Several weeks later, we had a sleep-over at his apartment after a night of bowling and pizza and I was offered the floor in his bedroom. I accepted. Gary did not make any move toward me and just got into bed, shut off the light, and said good-night. I asked him if he would continue where he left off on the camp out. He climbed out of bed and joined me on the floor. We both took off our clothes and had a night of passion. He went down on me and I had my first orgasm at the hands of another. He also tried to have anal sex with me (at my suggestion), but I was really tight and he didn't want to hurt me. I realized then that I loved him- emotionally and physically.
The next thing, however, my emotions went haywire. I realized that I was probably gay. I didn't really know what to do. I was afraid to go to my friends for fear of being totally outcast and I knew my mom would freak out, so I just stewed. Gary and I were still close, but never had another sexual encounter. This agony went on for several months.
Finally, after my falling grades and depression finally alerted my mother to a problem (which she thought was drug abuse), I was dragged to a counselor. I thought that here was my salvation! The counselor told me that I could say anything in confidence. I could finally get help in sorting out all of emotions.
The very first session I spilled my guts. I told the whole lurid story and asked for answers. But instead of help, I was told that she had a legal obligation to report the incident to the authorities. She said I could call them from her office right then or she would. So I called.
The rest of the session, she continued to tell me how "bad" the things were that I had done with Gary and that it wasn't my fault. He had used me. She totally disregarded my feelings and made me feel like I was some kind of pervert.
That night, I cried my eyes out. I had betrayed the man I loved. I decided not to go any further and to not help the authorities.
The next day, two police officers came to where I was working that summer at a Boy Scout day camp and hauled me back to the station against my will. Even though they were in plain clothes, all of my friends and co-workers saw them flash their badges around. (They were legally obligated to get a statement within 24 hours of the initial report or they could not act on my "tip.") They grilled me for six hours. They would not let me call my parents. They totally harassed me until I told them everything. Eventually, with their harassment and the constant barrage of crap from the counselor, I started to believe their line. Sex with two males was bad. Gary was pervert that needed to be locked up. I could help them with that.
Over the course of the next few months, they "convinced" me to drag all of my friends down to the station to also give statements. Well, surprise, another kid was also a "victim.? Mid-way through all this crap I told my mother I was not going to attend any more counseling. I was not about to spend my time with a woman who was just going to degrade all of my emotions. I also lost all of my best friends and (once the parents of all of the Boy Scouts got wind of the situation) lost my last refuge when the troop was disbanded.
The police finally shipped me over the Assistant DA. This woman seemed nice. Told me that she was there to help. Finally, I thought, now I get some help. But what she really wanted was a promotion. She railroaded me into testifying against Gary and making me feel like the lowest form of life on the earth- not only a scum pervert, but also a guy who ratted out all of my friends and a man I loved.
Gary was convicted and sentenced to three months in county jail and one year probation.
After this whole experience, I buried my sexuality. I had a few relation- ships with girls, but they were almost totally disastrous. Finally, after 12 years and a failed marriage, I am finally coping. I have "come out" and realized that I am bisexual. I also truly regret what I did (indirectly) to Gary and that I had not explored more with him physically. There is a big hole in my life now and, to make amends, I have tried to find Gary. I even hired a locator service, but it seems that he left the country. (I know he has family in Europe.) I just want to tell him "I'm sorry" for all that happened and "Thank you" for showing a young budding man the pleasures of love, physical and emotional.
The moral of the story is this: I feel like the only real crime in this was the way I was treated by the authorities. I was told that everything in the counseling session was confidential, which was not true. I was told that what I was feeling was "bad," which was not true. I was told over and over by people in authority that they were there to help, which was not true. I have suffered through 12 years of pain before I finally saw the light and I know it is because of the way I was treated, not by Gary, but by the people that were legally supposed to protect and care for me.
In my book, Gary did nothing wrong. All of the sexual relations that took place did so at my insistence (he even repeatedly made sure I was still willing to go ahead). Some people would say that I was not mature to make decisions about sex at that age. To them I say: bullshit! I was not a stupid child. The only thing I really lacked was information and only because the "health" class section on sexuality was basically of the "married, lights out, eyes closed, in the missionary position, only if you want babies" type.
I was in control the whole time. The only reason I was unsure after the second time was because I didn't know how to handle gay emotional love and didn't know where to turn (since it was still totally unacceptable back then).
What really worries me these days is the fact that, although the gay lifestyle is accepted (for the most part), the victimization of young gays still continues. For once in the pedophile argument, there needs to be the say of the real people involved- the young people who are not stupid, but are caring, loving, sensitive people with feelings who can make decisions for themselves.
Thanks for reading,
Camron Hornsby
Notice the names... all of our Pedo's are members of the NAMBLA
TwistedFate
15-06-08, 05:06
Notice the names... all of our Pedo's are members of the NAMBLA
what about josh mcclaughlin
I believen free rights and all that bull crap, but comon.. you're having sex...with childern...
WUT ABOUT THE North American Marlon Brando Look A-likes?
WUT ABOUT THE North American Marlon Brando Look A-likes?
lul I just watched that episode.
I consider these people are fucked up and need to be put in mental hospitols or better yet, prison. If I would be able to shoot these motherfuckers without any consequences, shit, i would. Along with gays...
I consider these people are fucked up and need to be put in mental hospitols or better yet, prison. If I would be able to shoot these motherfuckers without any consequences, shit, i would. Along with gays...
I have no problems with gays as long as they don't ...touch me
I consider these people are fucked up and need to be put in mental hospitols or better yet, prison.
I agree.
If I would be able to shoot these motherfuckers without any consequences, shit, i would. Along with gays...
I doubt.
the word is a fucked up place tbh
We send people to prison to not be viloent. But in prison you HAVE to be viloent to survive, so basically prison doesnt help any, if anything it makes you more viloent.
We send people to prison to not be viloent. But in prison you HAVE to be viloent to survive, so basically prison doesnt help any, if anything it makes you more viloent.
very true
wow....some fucked up faggot shit in those stories...
We send people to prison to not be viloent. But in prison you HAVE to be viloent to survive, so basically prison doesnt help any, if anything it makes you more viloent.you are an idiot. speak when you've actually been to prison.
deluzshunnz
16-06-08, 02:32
omg this is so funny hahaah
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