Child Pornography: An Absolute Evil... ?

Firstly, greetings to Schrodinger

wait, so watching porn is ok, but not child porn?

what kind of rules is that? they are all the same.

and ppl perfers to watch any other porn other than child porn (at least that's what i think)

When an adult chooses to be filmed for others' sexual enjoyment, that's their choice. EDIT for clarity: I personally wouldn't star in such a film, but I recognise it's their prerogative and their choice, and if you want to do it and you're a consenting adult, then go and do it.

Child pornography.

Do you think it's a child's choice? Is a child's choice even relevant here? I can tell you right now that the age of consent is alive and kicking. If a grown man tries to claim that a 13 year old consented to sex, and even if the 13 year old agreed that they consented, that guy would still have no defense. Legally at least, children aren't mature enough to decide for themselves.

What's child pornography then? If you had no choice of being filmed for pornographic purposes, then the only alternative is that you're doing so without a choice.

Perhaps Collette Marie's entire story is not appropriate here; read it if you want to. A couple of excerpts. If in doubt, don't read unless you're R18 or whatever the limit is in your country.

 Spoiler

My father was an avid collector of pornography. He had boxes and boxes of Playboy, OUI, Penthouse, Hustler, and lots and lots of nudist magazines. He had some "underground" porn as well, including issues concerning coprophilia [sexual obsession with feces] and child molestation.
When I saw the magazines I was sickened and felt ashamed of him. In one creepy image, I remember a drawing of a father and daughter, in which the little girl who looked 5 or 6 was sitting on her father's lap, with the end of his huge dripping penis buried in her. I was horrified that my father wanted to own this stuff.

 Spoiler

Sometime that year, my father gave a slide show of several rolls of images from our vacation and scenery shots to Tom Doyle, a close family friend who sometimes attended nude beaches with us. Suddenly, a nude little girl appeared on the screen. I couldn't even hear my father's narration, I was so shocked. There I was with the beach ball on my head, "smiling." I had never seen the image before and didn't want to see it now. Nor did I want anyone else to see it. My father had kept those slides instead of dumping them or turning them in as evidence! I was very angry. I remember looking at my father's face, wondering if he knew what torment he was causing me. His face was calm, at ease; he never even looked my way.

I do not present an answer. I hesitate to present anything. I beg you all, though, to think outside just one or two perspectives, and think who is really in danger here.