I spent my evening at the Junius Family Residence, a homeless shelter in Brooklyn, helping coordinate an upcoming Read-A-Thon for the resident children (happening on the morning of 8/8, ask me for details!), and I struck up an unexpected conversation with a mother of 2 children there. She expressed concern about her 8 year-old daughter’s mistreatment of her Barbie dolls. We’re talkin' ripped-off heads, necks covered in red magic marker or lip gloss to make the scene even more grue...

Adam wasn’t sure if it was a wonderful sign or a sign of disaster, but Adam knew that he had to give her proposition some serious consideration. She was simply too rare not to. They had spent many evenings together and on the phone, contemplating life, existence, the universe, and everything in between. It wasn’t until a few nights ago that she had explicitly stated her feelings for him. He couldn’t quite figure it all out, why she had latched on to him so suddenly, but she ...

Dusk fell upon the dark, silent home, casting an ashen brown glow throughout the bare bedroom. A man sits at his desk, with the hot white light of a laptop before him. The anticipation makes his mouth water, and his hairs stand on end. Curiosity dilates his pupils while his mind clicks and whirs with hundreds of possibilities. Frustration leaves his lip cracked and his pants tight. Unclenching his tingling hands, he begins to type. WHY DO I LIKE CHILD PORNOGRAPHY SO MUCH? He clicks GO. The sc...