I’m a Woman and I Struggle with Porn (Guest Post)
I remember the all-consuming enticement as my brain would start to wander to porn, the primal sensation of lust as it drove me to my computer screen….
I remember the all-consuming enticement as my brain would start to wander to porn, the primal sensation of lust as it drove me to my computer screen….
Imagine that you’re on trial for murdering 100 people. The judge orders you to a life sentence of being beaten and tortured until the day you die…
A few months ago, TMZ broadcasted to the world that “Ethan the Shirtless Runner is the new Tim Tebow…HE’S A VIRGIN!” and people went wild. Some accused me of being a prude. Many assumed I was gay. But for some reason, I remained silent on my reasons for waiting until marriage to park the car in the garage.
I prefer a theology that pulls your hair behind your ears when you’re drunk (again) because it loves you as you are, not as you should be.
Literally everyone hates this word. Whoever made it up should be removed from society because it’s so gross. Maybe its just the action behind it, but still.
“I want someone to worship me,” said Allen…
We can each name half a dozen songs about being alone in a crowded room, or maybe while sitting next to a lover, but is that really loneliness?
“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 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.
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.





