Is love really?

I haven't put much thought in what loving really is. Until I've been slaughter on the hill of what it isn't. Just this time was the one too many. See I grew up being molested. I had a hard time with it for a while until I learned what forgiveness really is. Now though I have a small group of people using kids in a way congruent to how I was groomed. Walking along side people I otherwise have great support for. I know the loving thing now is to draw a line in the sand now and tell them I can't condone or support pride or lgbtqiaa+ as long as their platforms and social justice still support MAPs. For anyone u familiar that means minor attracted persons. We used to call them pedophiles. But in order for the Trans community to bolster numbers they have to recruit people who don't even care about sex or gender (children). So they virtually have to support their fellow groomers. Tell me again please is it really love to excuse harmful behavior like what happened in the NCAA women's swimming? Just so we can show support of a loved one who chooses to be what they can't actually be? To target children to make them choose between two things they aren't even able to comprehend without coercion? When was it better to not be persecuted by a small group than to stand up for those actually being hurt? Someone forgot to tell me when it was okay to hurt others the way I was hurt... predators now taking claim of spaces we previously agreed were safe for the underage like public restrooms for women and schools now defiled by gender affirming counselors and a requirement to not tell parents when their child chooses a selected gender...

I'm done here. I don't hate anyone but believe me when I say if we all stay to afraid to say how we really feel... then we are more the problem... and we become the germans we didn't think we could be...