Currently in the midst of a period of daily porn immersion. Why? Usually trying to avoid something...unpleasant realities. It's not terribly productive, to be sure. When I'm in the middle of one of these, I sometimes even wonder about the Asian philosophies that counsel retention of semen as a way of marshalling one's energy or qi or chi or whatever. Then I remember how much that sounds like General Jack D. Ripper's concern about women taking his precious bodily fluids and I return to the business at, uh, hand.
By daily porn immersion I mean at least one hour each night and usually a half hour each morning, before work. Currently it's old jpegs; sometimes it's old magazines, or DVDs. Some months ago I finished a heroic project; I converted all of my old porn videotapes to DVDs. I was quite proud of this, actually, in some childish way. It felt like I was planning for some sad, lonely future. How sad is that.
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I think this is something you need to concerned about. Not because it's porn, mind you -- I'm setting that aside. But whether it's porn, or video games, or blogging, or whatever (where I live women seem to spend their time obsessively scrapbooking) -- compulsive ritualized activity is a giveaway that you are in pain, and trying to medicate.
That's what I think, anyway.
So what are you in pain about?
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