Ditch the porn week

The other day, a gorgeous babe wrote:

“… if they ever figure out that I am actually a 52yr old male, no girlfriend, no job, who spends his days in his Mum’s basement, dressed in his underpants, eating pringles and surfing the web ;-). “

I looked nervously around the room for possible CCTV, then down at my thankfully still unencrusted underpants, then over at the Pringles Cheese and Onion cylinder and a feeling of deep uneasiness settled on my basement world [yeah, I'll be there in a minute, mum].

Yesterday I had a visitor who has also been known to live in his undies and I asked how this lady was so perspicacious.  Oh that, he said – that’s just the stereotype of the late middle-aged porn lurker.

Well, you’ll just have to take my word that I don’t watch it, know nothing of MILFs or Gigi Spice and don’t like anything Explicite.   I know nothing of Aurora Snow or Gauge.   Truth is, it’s either a liar or a saint who has never occasionally succumbed but the only claim to morality some of us have is that we have no images on the computer – the police can raid today and they’d find nothing other than pics of film stars [see next post].

Why?   Frankly, it distracts.   For a start, there is too much writing to do for the blog[s].  Then there is RL.   Then there is the vague feeling that this stuff is corrosive, really damaging in a long term way.   I’m sure that having seen something, I’m not going to jump on the bike and go out looking for someone to rape but equally, I do feel that if I keep doing same, a person gets locked into a form of slavery and slavery is something which gets short shrift around here.

I don’t want it.  If there’s going to be a dearth of nooky, then at least I can go and meet some ladies I know and just enjoy being with them.   Vastly prefer that to pixel women staring at the camera, showing not the slightest emotion.

Saw an excellent piece by Mojo and shall quote extensively from it:

Forgive me father, for I have porn’d.  I made it to day eighteen before I cracked. It’s funny because it actually all seemed so easy – that is, until I got the overwhelming compulsion to do it again. I guess this is why it’s called an addiction.


Anyway, the porn drive has been wiped. 27GB of carefully archived pornography, gone in a flash.  What did I notice from my eighteen days without porn (and reduced jacking off frequency)?


I found myself unwilling to go to bed initially – maybe because my body/brain expected its dopamine high, and didn’t want to end the day without finishing its business. This passed after about twelve days.   Initially, sleep was stressful and disturbed, and I woke up feeling groggy and unable to focus.


But then after a few days of no fapping, I woke up feeling on top of the world and full of energy.  There are suddenly like six more hours in the day.   I can’t explain this at all because I didn’t used to look at porn that much.   I think it’s because I started waking up and getting out of bed earlier, and became more focused generally.


Here’s what I’ve learned. If you’re a guy in your mid-twenties, you do not have pent-up libido energy that needs to be released daily. You might think you do, but what you actually have is addiction to the dopamine high. You’re making yourself unduly pessimistic and lazy by jacking off constantly.


Remove the stimulus – pornography – and you will stop feeling so horny all the time. Don’t jerk it for a few days and you’ll feel great. Who would have guessed.

Tomorrow is day one.  – Mojo

Well OK – I’ve re-posted his entire piece.   Don’t think I’ve ever seen such an honest post – well done, that man.

Quite aside from the morality of the thing and with me being a political animal, it’s always the socio-political implications I see in things.  The Emperor Palpatine analogy holds water – if you give yourself over to these things, then they will consume you.   This includes everything from rage to libido.  To own oneself, one has to throw off the enslaver.

Controlled libido says we should find some woman we’re soft on, work on her, get her to marry us and then there’s nooky aplenty if we play our cards right and pretend we agree with everything she says around the critical time period.   That’s the way to go and there’s no substitute for that soft body against ours and those lips.

But to watch some disembodied caricature of this, commercially exploited – that ‘s a nowhere game, seriously man.  And if you entertain any hopes of the real thing again, then methinks you need to keep yourself in line, take care of business and go out to be with the real thing – though in this country we’re probably looking at hen’s teeth or someone already taken.

And what of hubbies who have it on tap but aren’t particularly enamoured of what they now have on their hands?   Well what got you married in the first place?   Things can be rediscovered or don’t you believe that?   I bet if you started coming onto her and smoothed away those years of petty grievances, did the Lothario bit again – I bet she’d respond and not to throw up either.

I don’t mean in your present flaccid state but in some sort of shape, man.

Or do you seriously prefer the porn?   Step 1 – could you ditch your porn for one week?   Would you challenge yourself?

4 Responses to “Ditch the porn week”

  1. JD August 27, 2012 at 12:16 Permalink

    a very well illustrated post James, I admire your restraint in relying mainly on your undoubted skill with words
    :)

    on the other hand-
    http://articles.nydailynews.com/2012-07-12/news/32652149_1_abc-news-karezza-climax

  2. Amfortas August 27, 2012 at 16:04 Permalink

    As is often said when examining an arguement…’on the other hand…’.

    You have tried the other hand?

  3. Lord T August 27, 2012 at 18:14 Permalink

    Porn is one persons way of dealing with the world. Religion is another. When are we going to have a religion free week? The Emperors words apply there too.

    Anyway poor guy, only 27Gb, I sent him a 1Tb frommy 6Tb collection drive so he could recover and expand his horizons.

    Anyway,must get back to business. My lorry load of tissues has just arrived.

  4. Mojo August 27, 2012 at 18:21 Permalink

    “Anyway poor guy, only 27Gb”

    I’m a quality over quantity kinda guy.

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