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the Inadequacy of Porn.

It may seem fun at first, to be naughty touching the genitalia, but quickly it can become a habit that takes away from actual gratification…Not just yourself, but while with others who know of your libidinous extracurricular activities…It isn’t like cheating, but it puts control of your sexuality directly into your own hands, so-to-speak…I’ve found that my habitual lust diversion in these sectors have given me a bad vibe of late, and even though I feel a measure of control in who I choose as the one I wish to love in an intimate way, I’m still drawn by an irrepressible immaturity to continue this act…I began looking through mother’s lingerie magazines at first, when at twelve I realized the ability to act upon myself, and steady the animal grew more attached to that process to take away certain elements of frustration at social interactions and self expression…I should have started painting with my semen, and maybe that would have made it artistic at least…As I have felt the pull of age, and lust has been subsided by love, pornography of an extreme nature is necessary more often than not to create those carnal expulsions from my loins…It is not a need for self gratification, or not just that, but also some kind of kink to force myself to a climax of release…Merely stroking myself makes me sleepy at worst, but extreme kink glues my attention to that particular spectacle…In a moral world, I am fodder for jokes and insults, but that is not how I would ever treat another being if it weren’t for the radical push towards making light and acceptance of such practices…Nobody decent wants to know, though, it is more mindful to keep those practices to yourself for all concerned…I say ‘bullshit’, but conservatives would probably disagree with a liberal stance like that…No one will care for my plight until it is too late, but I feel spiritually prepared for that, there are others who rely on this creature that I am that would be less appreciative of my escapes…It is the pieces of other people’s sexuality, their bestiality, that creates this morbid curiosity for lust…As I grow, I grow weary of anything that derives the same and creates the same for the sake of producing sloppily put together crap, and thus the inadequacy of porn today…Unless you pursue a particular range of made for pervert productions that are crisp, that star flawlessly “created” beings, but I’ll leave that to the others interested in that part of the deal…I’m done Here…

Thanks, khet.