Porn kills love

Porn kills love, and you’re hooked on a sugar substitute.

headless nude female mannequins; porn kills love

Internet Addiction is inversely correlated with quality of life from both subjective (life satisfaction) and objective (living conditions, money, pollution) viewpoints. Cheng and Li proved this with a meta-analysis of 31 countries. The more your life sucks, the more you escape into technology.

And I’ll extend their findings to video game addiction and porn addiction as well. But in this article, I’m focusing on porn addiction.

Gorging yourself on lewd acts by 11/10 bombshells (though not so in terms of personality) will never make you happy. It’ll never make your life suck less. It’ll never make the pain go away.

That porn makes you unhappy now, and it makes you unhappy when (or if) you go into the real world and find out women aren’t all like that. Ultra-high expectations hurt only you.

And besides, everything is negative marginal utility.

You claim you need beauty in your unenviable, lackluster, monocolor world?

Beauty isn’t found in the physical form alone, displayed as pixels (squares) on a screen (sheet of glass). It’s found in the spirit, the essence, of a beautiful person, something you’ve been blind to because they didn’t look as appetizing as the morsels in your digital harem.

Once you’re trained, you regard the panem et circenses of porn as the absurd, vampiric sewer it is.

You’ll only find this out by quitting. Porn saps the color from life, it doesn’t enrich it.

Speaking from the male experience (and thus testosterone):

  • Women (or whoever you like) around you become more attractive
  • This spurs you to want to become better– to build, impress, work, and protect
  • Harnessed for inventiveness and virtue, this sex energy is the creator of much that is good in the world. (Harnessed for bad yields self-superiority, entitlement, manipulation, and violence.)

And it applies no matter your gender. The sex drive is a progenitor. Satiation destroys.

“Ever fed, never satisfied. Never fed, ever satisfied.”

– Paramahansa Yogananda (look this man up)

Through your experience, you understand this. But a dopamine detox illuminates it if you don’t.

Porn kills love. But love kills porn.

You’re not giving up, you’re not deprived.
You’re gaining back what porn stole from you: love.

On the left, happy man embraces woman. On the right, miserable man is hooked up with many wires to a computer screen.
© “Substitution” by Miles-Johnston on DeviantArt

A note to simps

You simp because:

  • You have self-worth problems (you don’t respect or like yourself)
  • The models you simp on make you feel loved, attractive, and “good enough”
  • You think real women are scary, impossible for you, and/or you’ll be blamed for toxic masculinity (which does exist, but real masculinity isn’t toxic)
  • You worship hookup culture and a notch count as ways of getting self-worth.

Yet porn kills love, hollows self-worth, and presents one never-satisfying, never-lasting cure.

One day, I hope you understand that hookup culture is marketed to discourage intact families, strong parents who can raise intelligent, critical-thinking children, and even population (a weak economy with small numbers of weak people are easily “saved” by top-down control and welfare). It collapses society in three generations or fewer.

family of swans; parents touch foreheads lovingly

One day, I hope you see the Matrix. But one can’t be told about the Matrix; one has to see it for oneself.

Porn kills love. Love may kill porn.

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