Lots Of Knots, Lots Of Snags, Lots Of Holes, Lots Of Cracks, Lots Of Crags, Lots Of Naggin' Old Hags

Being the lazy, antisocial, no-life loser person who has nothing to make out of her miserable existance, most of my days are spent sitting on the sofa, pigging out and watching TV. The other day I was watching an episode of Oprah, where she was talking about the double-standard of when a man has sexual intercourse with a 13 year old, he is named a pedophile, a rapist, a sex offender, a child molester, and that the judicial system would be working its ass to ensure that the perpetrator would be put behind bars. Yet on the other hand, a woman who has sexual intercourse with a child would be convicted of aggravated sexual assault, and would be put on probation, which is a terribly inadequate sentence.
Anyway, I don't know how I feel towards this issue. Let me explain. When I was around 12 or something, I used to live with my grandmother. My cousins and aunts and uncles would be around the house all the time of course. Sometimes my cousins would come straight from school to my grandma's house and spend the rest of the day there. Sometimes they would be tired and go upstairs and take naps in any room they found vacant. I didn't exactly have a crush on any of my cousins. They were all much younger than me. But seeing them there on my bed or whatever gave me these crazy sexual urges. It was all I could do to keep my hands off of these boys. They were around 7 or 8 years old. And at that age there's a huge difference between 12 and 7 or 8 year olds. You know what I mean? I was constantly fantasizing about the things I wanted to do to them. I enjoyed role-playing with them, and being the big cousin, they "allowed" me to roughhouse them. For example, if we were pretending I was the school teacher and they were my students, I never missed an opportunity to punish them if they did something I didn't like. I would slap their bottom, and just dominating them like that gave me a great sense of satisfaction. I would always tell them that they should take their clothes off, that it would be more comfortable that way, before they took their naps. Luckily they never did. I was still a 'girl' and they were too embarrassed to undress in-front of me.
Okay, I don't even know why the hell I'm sharing all of this nonsense gibberish with you guys. I guess I'm just one hell of a sick, sick, sick puppy aren't I?