In my very first post, I said that the first images that initially sparked the feelings in me as a young boy back in the early 1960's were of scantilly clad women; later the images were in soft porn glamour magazines. Now, when I see how etxensive are the numbers of different categories on Internet websites these days, I just cringe.
Going back to the fishing hook analogy, the material that I first started to view when I was a teenager was baited on the line near the surface. As I decended, the material gradually changed from soft to hard . With it my senses were ever more numbed and something within seemed to say 'enough'.
What did that say to me about porn in general?
It said that it presents a false image.
It said that it can't be glamorous to put yourself in a position where total strangers are going to view your image to get a chemical high.
It said that both those who want their images to be viewed that way and the viewers themselves have no self respect.
I came to the realisation that I myself therefore had no self respect; I was just at a different level on the line in the depths of an addiction.
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