I was born without my right hand. As a child, this deformity quickly set me apart from my peers. In public I wore a prosthesis, an intimidating object to other youngsters because of its resemblance to a pirate’s hook. Even so, I wore it every day; I felt inadequate without it. I was shy, uncoordinated and terrible at sports, all of which put me on the outs with other boys my age…. On top of it all, I still struggled with bladder control — likely due to my heaping pile of insecurities, to which this problem only added more — well into my elementary school years.
But none of this would compare to the final insult the universe would deal me. I’ve been stuck with the most unfortunate of sexual orientations [emphasis added], a preference for a group of people who are legally, morally and psychologically unable to reciprocate my feelings and desires…. I’m a pedophile.