There are times on the internet, when clicking the reply button
does not make much difference.
I actually find it repulsive, when so many people bother to
reply a single thread, yet none of them profess to have any
real-life story to share.
I am not here to preach, but just... have you been paying
attention today? Are you addicted to porn, or are you addicted to
the feelings that pornography creates for you? Very often, as my
personal experience have come to reveal, it is just the feelings
that I was attached to. Porn is like pepper on cream of
mushroom soup, the mushroom soup already is murky, and creamy, you
add porn to it, you thought it was the pepper that rocks when
actually it was just that additional "shiok" feeling that it adds
to the soup.
Lust is inherent in people. It is just... just. You mothers
brought boys up in a world showered with emotions, and with all the
feelings ingrained in you, it is natural human reaction for a guy
(I presume u are), to react when you see the opposite gender.
Because the mother's second nature other than to love, is to
provide nourishment, be it in the form of milk (!!), security, or
company. The problem about lust, is not the pictures themselves.
The problems lies in YOUR, yes, YOUR disability to see it for what
they really are.
What are they really, then?
Well. Actors and actresses!
They get paid to do the job, to strip, and for the guy(s) to
screw the gal(s) or what have you. Dogs don't volunteer, they just
get dragged into the studio when the directors run out of
ideas.
If you realise for one, that these are just actors and actresses
in life, and after the film stops rolling, everybody turns off the
cameras and lights and goes into the editting room where they
remove the pimples from their faces, and do scene cutting.. then..
there u got it.
This is production of the evil-est genre. Yet, when there is
demand, there is supply.
Or like what my best friend did for me to coax me out of my very
own addiction, it is not what you do or do not do that is the
problem, it is what I do or do not do that is my problem.
Sure, they are actors, and they dirty the world with their semen
and moans, but I have a choice! The REAL problem is when you
somehow believe that you have no choice. This is the problem.
Or so I thought.
