Posted on 11/27/2012 5:09:42 AM PST by IbJensen
November 26, 2012 (LifeSiteNews.com) - It was in the mid 90s that we began to hear a whole lot about this new thing called “the Internet,” which could answer all of mankind’s deepest questions. At around the same time I hit puberty and began to spend my time moping about pondering the age-old riddle of what, exactly, women look like underneath their clothing.
Evidently at some point I put two and two together and punched the appropriate keywords into the prehistoric version of Google, with spectacular results. So far so good, and if it had stopped there, the experiment might have been innocent enough. But there was a catch. Like most who have played the peeping Tom with porn, I found that my curiosity wasn’t satisfied. On the contrary. I had only learned what this woman looked like. But what about all the others? Obviously I needed to see a few more examples.
And thus was an addiction born.
For the next ten years or so, I would fight a sometimes-desperate fight with this devil – for devil it is – with occasional successes, and more failures than I care to remember. And but for the grace of patient and loving parents, the influence of a remarkable woman who is now my wife, and a resurgent relationship with an all-merciful God, I shudder to think down what dark paths it might have led me.
I confess that it is not easy for me to make this admission. The most enthusiastic evangelists of the sexual revolution are wont to argue that the solution to shame and guilt is to speak more openly and casually about sex, as we might about the weather, or our health. Never mind that no one is convinced, because in our heart of hearts we know that sex is not the weather, is not our health – that it is something infinitely more strange, more powerful, more beautiful, and that no amount of chattering about it will ever completely deaden that sense of shame that comes from abusing it for our own selfish ends.
However you slice it, a porn habit is a rotten thing.
But there is a kernel of truth in the lie. Shame, when buried in our psyches, can become as a worm in the core of an apple, eating away at us from the inside. For many years, I believed that I was essentially alone in this fight, that I was one of a rare breed of villainous good-for-nothings who was so enticed by this forbidden fruit. It was only much later that I learned that I was but one of millions of my generation who had unwittingly stumbled upon the magic lamp and summoned the evil genie, with the power to grant us our most private fantasies, and who demanded nothing in return but our innocence, our self-respect, our freedom, and our happiness.
We all know the figures, and so I will only mention a few of them: that the average age of exposure to hardcore pornography is now 11 years old; that around 25% of all internet searches are for pornography; that 70% of men aged 18-24 visit porn sites in a typical month; that pornography use among women is growing astronomically.
And the problem is only getting worse. With the Internet creeping even into our pockets through our smart phones, and with porn increasingly spilling over into mainstream culture, it has become more and more difficult to drown out its siren call. Truly, there is, in the whole history of the world, no precedent for what we are now witnessing – the ready availability of explicit, hardcore pornography, with all of its vicious and violent perversions, on demand, in private, even by children.
In such an atmosphere silence is fatal. My generation, and the generation just reaching adolescence, cannot afford to receive their information on sex exclusively from those who stand to profit from their addiction. And when addiction does strike, they cannot afford to feel that they are fighting the battle alone, or, even worse, fall prey to the lie that there is no battle, that porn is “normal,” even “healthy.”
And so, we who have fought and are fighting this fight must slough off the natural embarrassment that surrounds all things sexual and speak up: not, as the pornographers may hope, in order to normalize our addiction or rationalize it away, but in order to provide encouragement to one another and to affirm this truth: that pornography is a plague upon our generation, a devil in our veins, and that it must be exorcised before it reaches our heart and destroys our capacity to love once and for all.
I don’t even believe in the devil, much less that pornography is greek for devils images.
If it’s gross to you, then don’t view it. I believe all porn sites should have their own domain so people with stomachs like yours, won’t get exposed to it accidentally.
Of course not, it’s just the way it is. Why do you consider God’s making of an individual, a fault?
Nasty
How about prefering that the little ones get interested in a non-electronic pastime that keeps their minds on higher things and their little clammy hands off their private parts.
Looking at porn with one's 'friends' leads to experimentation with each other's little willies. The next thing the child knows is that this is an easy way to get their jollies. Before you know it the kid is fully grown and moves to Castro Street.
This is an important time in the live of your little ones. Teach them the ten commandments and let them know that the one dealing with adultury means masturbation and other evil things.
Post of the YEAR! look at how the girls are being dressed. There is no difference between the styles of the little ones and the big ones.
The only difference between Rome and today, the internet and media reaching the world. Like tetanus, flowing through veins, it will infect the world on a scale never before experienced.
I personally think “the wrath of God” is bubbling, and He is justified.
The pot’s already boiled over. I’m just waiting for the fire to start.
Because it is a mortal sin. If you don't believe this in your heart, then wank your way through life; porn is satan's milk.
I think I’m gorgeous and dainty, like a little girl.
...’porn is satan’s milk’...catcy but pretty weird my friend. Do you say stuff like that out loud, normally, or just type it?
Faced with the prospect of spending my remaining years bereft of emotional or physical intimacy, or even basic affection - I’d say yes. There’s way more to lack of sex than just lack of sex (barring health issues of course).
Tiny Tim in the Tonight Show green room.
“It’s even WORSE when a grown man like myself dresses up as a young girl, 17, 16.
Well, at least you know how you like ‘em! (I’ll save the rest of my comments from when I really want to have my posts deleted by the mods.)
Oh what a world it would be without societal lines drawn. You really think that is wise? Can you not fathom what the absence of line drawing, taken to its logical conclusion, would mean? The moralizing of those who refuse to draw lines and who look down on those who do is just as bad as those who insist on drawing lines for others.
doctor recommended more sex to help alleviate a prostate problem.
I couldn’t get him to put it in writing, so I couldn’t write off internet porn as a medical expense on my taxes.
bummer.
Good thing people don’t listen to me then, isn’t it?
I believe God makes us all the way He feels is necessary to fulfill His plan. I don’t draw lines, but others do, and there will always be societal lines drawn.
Maybe there will be some aspect of obamacare that can help you...
God gives us free will. Some of us choose things contrary to His plan, that are harmful to ourselves and others. I lament that, as a society, the lines have blurred and many have strayed, far, far, from His plan.
Well, I agree that we all certainly believe we have free will.
I also don’t believe it’s possible to stray from God’s plan.
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