I feel -felt- guilty about porn because my girlfriend acts like .. well. Unreasonable about it.
But I love her and it's a sacrifice that was hard initially, but I was willing to make, despite how privately unreasonable I think it is, because even though it is now an ultra-long-distance relationship, she asked and meant it.
I think it has good and bad points. Now I more actively use my imagination and just see the things in my head that I used to with my eyes. On the other hand, it's not the same thing and part of my nineteen-year-old brain desperately craves titty.
I'm not sure how else to put it. I had been viewing porn in one form or another since I was 9 years old, which was like, the dawn of the internet. I seem to remember that pictures were a LOT more engrossing and incredibly arousing than they are now, and that masturbation to said photos was jaw-droppingly orgasmic, but hey, looking back now at authors that I worshipped back then, maybe it wasn't so great after all.
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