I had an interesting start to my New Year. I was at my office opening a package with the brand new Swiss Army knife I got for Christmas. The very sharp knife slipped and jabbed into the top of my index finger. I think it would have kept going if it did hit bone. Funny thing was it didn’t really hurt. It was shocking to look at but it wasn’t painful. The pain came later. I went to the doctors office to have the cut looked at because I knew it was a pretty deep and I was thinking I’d probably need stitches. They cleaned it and, in lieu of stitches, they put a liquid on it that seals it together. They forgot to mention that ever nerve in my body would scream with protest when that liquid stuff hit my skin. OWWWW! It felt like they were putting acid on it. The pain I thought I would have felt when I got cut had arrived.
Porn runs a similar course. You look at it and at first it may be shocking but you get used to it. You move on to harder core porn and it’s shocking at first but again you get used to it. The pain comes later. It comes when your parents find out what you’ve been looking at and you realize you’ve broken their heart. It comes when you can’t look at another girl without thinking of what she’d look like nude. The pain comes when you let a guy go to far because, based on what you’ve seen, you think everyone does it. It comes when you enjoy your fantasy life better than real life. It comes when your spouse finds out you’ve gotten intimate with porn and lost your intimacy for them. Porn will trick you into thinking it’s harmless. But with porn the pain comes later.