This generation’s excessive use of internet porn terrifies me.
The constant influx of new bodies, new kinks, new faces and breasts and buttocks flashing on screens in an unending search for perfection and an ever-hotter sex object freaks me out beyond belief.
I know what a guy does in his alone time isn’t my business, but in the end what scares me is this: I can’t compete with that.
I’m human. I’m one person. I can’t be edited or cropped or only shown at my best angle.
I have stubble and creases and blemishes and veins, I’m not tanned and oiled and lubed up and prancing around in a thong all day.
What I’m finding is that the young men I’m with, even the ones who claim I’m the most beautiful creature they’ve ever seen (and they do) aren’t aroused by just me.
I could get completely naked, sit on his lap, put my real hands on him and kiss him with real lips, and I’m still second best.
I can’t be opened in five tabs as a brunette and a redhead and with huge boobs and small ones and thinner and curvier and the rest.
I’m stagnant, stationary, one being. And somehow that’s not sexy.
Women NEED Fapstronauts. We need to be sexy again. We need a guy who can look at his girlfriend, his fiancee, his wife, and find her attractive.
I’m looking for that, and I hope I find it, because in the end, I can’t settle for less. I can’t waste my time trying to fix myself and deal with rejection and disappointment because he couldn’t stay away from a hundred other, new, sexier girls.
It’s too heartbreaking.
So thank you, each and every one of you, for doing what you’re doing (or not doing, I should say).
You’re getting back to normal, you’re standing up and saying to the world “Sex should be sexy! Men should want their women more than their computers!”
You’re giving me hope that I’m good enough, that it’s okay for me to be who I am, and that I can have a normal and fulfilling sex life.
If you’re ever feeling weak, or considering going back to the cycle of bingeing and craving and self-loathing, stay strong for us girls.
You’re the Prince Charmings of the 21st century, because if he could have stayed home and pulled up [a porn website] she’d still be locked in that tower.
You’re a new breed of heroes, and I hope I can find someone like you to sweep me off my feet and mean it.