Stephen Jones: Sex With Daddy

Call it wrong, call it perverted, call it what you like, but I gave all my love to Daddy and there is no changing that fact. Perhaps I am neurotic as they say because of my inability to feel as others feel, but I wasn't always that way! I loved Daddy in all ways. He was beauty, he was my parent, and he was also my lover and companion. All my love went out to him when I was so young that none can remain now. I simply do not have it to give.

But my case is not terribly sad. Even I, with this huge hole of eternal emptiness in my heart still find time to see how fortunate I really am! For even though I cannot feel love now and even though the only man in my life has gone forever – yes, even though my only child is somewhere where she and I will never meet, I have one thing that can never be taken away from me and which will be with me always.

This is my little shrine to an impossible love! My little private room of thought where the world's criticisms are never heard. There is no time for agony. These are the golden fields of eternal sunshine that can never be blackened for me.

With all I lack, and with all I have suffered and may even suffer tomorrow, I still have my memories. And no matter what society or psychiatry says, they are things of joy and beauty for me. For me, incest was something wonderful and I shall always love my daddy.