@Toni
I got to know her better when we were working together helping people collect their school book packs. She was wearing a sexy....
		
 
		
	 
Ok, just stop. I am losing pretty much all respect I hoped to ever have for you here.
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Just... Don't. Quit trying to justify it.
Whenever the part inside your head even starts to push a justification, tell it to stop. Put it in a box. 
Ask it what the fuck it's problem is.
		 
		
	 
I think something that is kind of related is that I'm a big fan of black comedies like Bad Boy Bubby and Happiness where some parts are incredibly messed up but in a way it shows their humanity instead of overly demonising them.
		
 
		
	 
This is a long post and I want you to read all the way to the end and then not respond, or respond with very few words.
You are the best parent left to the child that is yourself, and if you want to be an effective parent to that clear child, you will tell them what behavior is and is not acceptable except when people consent properly to it, and it is impoper to give the based demons of your nature approval for offering justifications for violating that consent.
It doesn't matter if she explicitly told you she wanted to ride your dick in the basement and did it with glee and never told a soul and you were still banging to this day and had 3 kids.
It seriously would not matter.
It would still be wrong, and even if a healthy relationship had blossomed from it, a mature adult capable of growth and self awareness would say to that person now old or whatever "we were wrong to have done that, even so, and I hope you can forgive me."
Honestly, it would probably indicate that there was way more wrong shit going on in her life at that point, but that would be beside the matter.
Things far short of even that happened. If that thing I described is still "indefensible" and a reason to direct your shame towards making yourself better, then how much more unconscionable is trying to justify what did happen?
You should feel those feelings. You should simulate feeling them if you don't feel them directly. Maybe think of a time you did feel embarrassment and shame, of refusal, of indignation at the very idea that it was suggested, there's lots of options. Not every option works for every part of you, but the interaction for me usually goes the same way interactions with people can go.
IDGAF about what your inner family thinks; you are the head of that family just as are we all, and while I don't give a fuck if my family is into some weird shit in here, and there are vanishingly few words, but the one thing that gets the safe-word and an internal discussion are suggestions that violate informed consent and the principles which define self defense.
I want you to understand how I feel about you, deriving from your feelings about your actions.
If you felt even a trifle of the way I feel right now from what you told me, I wouldn't feel like I had to feel it. I could be at peace of this disgust, and you would sleep a little worse until you had told everyone in your life that deserved to know and understood the consequences of those interactions, even if they forgive you and understand; I know I would question those who told me it wasn't wrong, and such 
loss is one of the consequences of being a 
better person.
I know it is really NOT my place to be giving advice.
You don't need to follow it.
My respect is worth little; and I'm miserly and often backhanded with it, and I am as miserly to the mirror with it.
Understanding everything I'm saying here and just leaving it at that is the line I draw for it starting to recover my respect, and is a source of my own sense of self-respect.
I'm saying this to everyone else who has such a story.
And so that I'm not seen as a hypocrite here:
I have stories like this, of being shitty to girls because "boys did that in the 80's" and while we shouldn't have, many of us did.
I know I did it because I was jealous because I didn't want to hang out with boys, I wanted to be around the girls because 
boys sucked, but "boys" were expected 
not to do that in the 80's. So in my range and inability to understand testosterone, I just chased girls in what was a cartoonish way because I didn't know what else to do and nobody would tell me and even if they could or would, in the 80's they would tell me I was a "boy" and "boys" not only would, but would only be expected to be 
boys.
It was still wrong. I
 was still wrong.
Then later I obsessed with trying to get with girls rather than to have that relationship because I drank the Kool aide after my voice was lost on being a boy and chasing goblin gold down into what is for many people like me a nutty-putty cave kinda situation.
Opening that box makes me feel the shame of a thousand lifetimes, because I have cultivated that shame so that I can open the box like a weapon when I start repeating those kinds of hollow justifications.
That said, this does not always work and sometimes any attention is wrong attention and you can also use a technique involving just looking at the justification offered, saying "that's a justification", and just "putting it on a shelf in a box" (AKA "Dissipation" in therapist parlance), but even that tends to be motivated by a slow burn of shame driving the recognition of it for me.
I'm already taking my own goddamn advice, by making "I statements" that do little or nothing in an attempt to divert the shamefulness of my own past.
I want eventually to respect you and don't want you to even try to respond to this, and wouldn't respect any immediate response.
I want SO much to be done with this thread; I am so tired. I really hope you manage to understand all the things I've said here. In fact, every person, regardless of gender, needs to understand that they cannot let themselves accept hollow justifications when they hurt someone any more than they ought accept hollow justifications for others hurting them.
Hopefully this stupid derail gets sliced off and put in Elsewhere or something.