I got excited in going home last weekend because I've secured myself a copy of (gasp!) the Debbie Does Dallas... Again DVD. That's a remake of one of the most important movies in porn history. Turned out the insides of the pack contained some generic TV series that I couldn't care less about. Major Bummer. That almost ruined my weekend until I remembered that I had vowed to myself to limit my insatiable porn consumption. That's like Paris Hilton vowing to celibacy. Imposible!
If watching porn for n hours straight and for it to get in the way of my activities of daily living means addiction then maybe I am an addict. I'm not going to deny that. I'd like to think of it as my pain management. And I'm in great amount of pain, believe me. Once, I broke down, I grabbed a drink and watched porn. I'm OK after that.
When I was 14 I did some exhibitionism (but that's just oversharing). Let's just say that as a kid, I once wanted to act in one of 'em pornos. Who knows, when I finally lose my mind, I might. And you'd be like “fuck, that's my classmate screwing like crazy”. LOL.
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