Intimacy Part 6: Disposable Trophies
“I shouldn’t have even come out here tonight,” she cried, shivering in Chicago’s winter. Maggie had come out tonight looking for a hookup.
“I shouldn’t have even come out here tonight,” she cried, shivering in Chicago’s winter. Maggie had come out tonight looking for a hookup.
Am I the only one
who feels distant from God
more often than near?
I want all the ‘benefits’ without the effort of actually getting to know someone. To hear her deepest fears and insecurities, as well as her favorite movies and books. To cook up some inside jokes and share some memories. To get lost together in a big city, or run out of gas somewhere in the badlands.
Because what I have found to be one of the absolute worst effects of porn is that it numbs me to reality. To the good and the bad. It files down the sharpened points of agony when suffering comes into my life, but it also curtails the heights of joy when there is reason to rejoice.
The good news is that Facebook has finally made a noticeable advance forward after a period of stagnancy. The bad news is that we will now be more confused, hurt, and tied up by our friends’ reactions to the things we post.
She was arguably one of the most attractive women on campus at the time, and she ended up telling me that since she arrived on campus, she had never been asked out.
Tonight I went to a party with a handful of guys and girls. It was so refreshing to be around realContinue Reading
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I saw a sight so strange and experienced something so amazing that it is hard for me to explain it. If you can give me a few minutes, I’ll do my best to describe it to you.
Before dawn one Friday morning I noticed a young man, handsome and strong, walking through the back alleys of the city. He was pulling an old cart filled with clothes both bright and new. As he pulled the cart he was calling out in a clear, powerful voice: “Rags! Rags! New rags for old! I take your tired rags!”
I stood by the Light Rail tracks waiting for my train into downtown Denver, wondering if I still believed inContinue Reading