I’m going through a cleanse, not where I give up disgusting foods loaded with msg but I am giving up pornography. I’m not doing it for any moralistic reasons; well maybe, it’s not that I am repulsed with the concept of pornography, or think that it’s a sin to have a healthy sexual appetite; I likewise don’t necessarily think that there is something “inherently” wrong or sinful with those who perform, produce, and distribute pornography. It’s not as if a sex organ has ever killed somebody. The problem I have found is that, especially when ones sexual escapades are feast or famine it’s as if pornography sort of sets unrealistic expectations. Couple that afore mentioned thought with a propensity to masturbate furiously, sometimes doing so out of boredom and a problem might develop.
I’m not against the thought of a giant wet ass, or a fabulous pair of breasts, but when pornography is the only outlet a person can reach that point where they say enough or allow it to consume their life. Sex is a wonderful beautiful l thing, or it can be, perhaps there is too much of a romantic inside of me to ever contemplate it being like masturbation, which is an act in of itself, but in a perfect world it should be an extension of two peoples love for one another. And if that love involves candle wax and bull whips so be it, the point is I’d like to meet someone and be able to share a romantic gesture. I’d rather not be bombarded with images that say otherwise. I say this after going a week without porn, and I also say this as someone who has cut down the bating to once a day. I’m really fucking horny right now and feeling slightly confident so maybe I just need to get some.
Excelsior
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