And here is my response, since comments - which had just screened - have apparently been turned off:
I find it particularly distasteful that you would imply Z's horrid, unforgivable experience somehow gives her a special insight into this matter. How do you know that I and my siblings were not molested? Or do only certain victims of this heinous crime grow up to have special powers...?
Whether you choose to realize it or not, what you are doing trivializes the crime of child molestation, and it's sickening. Just because you like someone's art doesn't mean you know a thing about them. Do some soul-searching.
I'm probably going to get flamed for that, and have to start a new journal, but I couldn't care less. I'm going back in my little bubble now, where people aren't so sad and disappointing.
ETA: There are only about twelve people even left on LiveJournal. Only I could still find someone to get in an argument with.