Why do it?
I’ve asked myself this everytime. Why am I doin this? I’ve found some answers. I’m lonely. However the connection I crave is love, with a women who cherishes me as I her. Disconnect from myself, as well as discontent. Being angry at myself and circumstances, I find a very temporary relief with porn. Being a straight male of course a nice ass and boobs on an attractive woman are amazing. However I’ve come to realize the caring goofy kid that cared more about her is gone. Replaced with someone angry and resentful. Another reason is my generation seems to chase casual sex. I do not. Not tryna pass judgment, but it’s a lil hurtful honestly. Sure, in that regard I may be “sensitive”. However the more I’ve grown the more I realize that when a man looses sensitivity, he becomes what he hates the most. I’ve fallen into a pit of snakes, as they surround me all I can think of is looking over the edge. No longer curiosity but regret. So again I plead with myself, “why”. Why do this again, knowing what the outcome will be. A potential chop in the bridge you’re attempting to build to become the man you want to be. The image of you who you don’t know but wish to meet. The younger me would be disappointed. In no way does porn cripple my life, nor is it the full malice against my wants. However it plays its role. Lust is a strong one. One to run from, yet again. I peak over the edge with curiosity, just to fall in again.
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