It’s Okay! This Porn is Newsworthy! (Say What?)

In case you were unaware, sexual activity has occurred between people of inappropriate ages, at inappropriate times, in inappropriate places, in inappropriate situations, in front of inappropriate people, and for inappropriate reasons SINCE THE DAWN OF TIME. Unfortunately, a particularly unsavory incident happened recently at a school somewhere and the video has found wide distribution on platforms that are not supposed to allow such things. I don’t know how this has happened and I’m not going to investigate.

Are you tempted to search? Does it seem okay to view bona fide child pornography because far too many people have seen it on public information streams for anyone to get in trouble (for what is daily prosecuted as a serious crime)? PLEASE RESIST THE TEMPTATION.

The bottom line is that you have to decide what is right and wrong universally and what part of “not wrong” is still a bad idea for you. You cannot count on other people’s or a company’s decision about what is legally or morally okay. They don’t dictate your morality and they can be careless. I would like to think that if someone posts illegal media of activity with a child on [INSERT SITE NAME HERE] that it will be caught and the appropriate punishment will befall the guilty provider of that media. But let’s be honest. There is more and more problematic material being transmitted, often by the subjects of the media. AND while we’re being honest, have you ever went searching and found more than you expected? Or is that just what you told yourself? Whether the surprise search results raises legal questions or exacerbates your sexual obsession, it’s a problem. I suppose if you were trying to get an image of wood cutting river animals for your child’s science project and got a screenfull of bare human crotches, I’d absolve you of any guilt, but I imagine you’ve allowed yourself a search for something a little bit titillating and were surprised by something pornographic. If, to any degree, what you found was a logical result of your search, you’ve got a conscience to come to terms with.

Please be careful. Trust me. No one’s going to give you a sex holiday and say, “Just for today all prohibitions are canceled. To that, I say, “Always and forever consequences will hold firm.” Don’t look. You are only missing out on self-disgust and anguish.

Weiner and Schwarzenegger and Edwards Are Not Unique

The common response to politicians getting caught in sex scandals is “How stupid are they?” and “What a slimeball!” Indeed, it is easy to point fingers. And, certainly in these public cases, the enormous ego of the politician in error contributes greatly to the fallacy that the person was going to get away with it and to their pathetic belief that a firm denial would blast away the weight of any evidence.  But, let’s face facts: if you have obsessive compulsive behaviors in matters of sex, then you have been, are, or could be the slimeball people are pointing to.

Boys Who Masturbate

As it turns out, I did not invent masturbation. Oh, sure, you knew that. Well, frankly, I know I’ve known it for a long time, myself, but when I first discovered what a fantastic feeling it was to hold a piece of wood in my lap while I worked on it with an orbital sander, I may have actually thought I was onto something revolutionary. Of course, I soon realized I could produce the same fluid with my hand. I may have realized it wasn’t a capability unique to me by the time I’d identified the word “masturbation” in a book at the city library. (Holy Hot Dog, Batman! There’s a word for what I do in the bathtub!) Still, it was an enormous revelation when during Driver’s Ed, in the summer after my ninth grade year, a guy bragged about asking a Special Ed. kid if he’d masturbated yet. Yet? Like it’s a given and only the timing is variable? Wow! I’d only waited two years for that news bulletin.

Don’t Be Naked on Facebook

Please don’t be offended, but you can’t friend me on Facebook. If you see any profile for a Monroe, I guarantee it’s not me. I admire people who give advice like mine and fully identify themselves, but that’s not me. Only a small segment of people connected to me offline know that I share my experience with masturbation and pornography and sexual fantasy online. Honestly, I would be happy to share it with more people, but this is a need-to-know category and if you don’t need to know, you don’t want to know. That’s a healthy boundary.

I Heart Boobies? Geez! Where Do I Begin?

I hate this new campaign to allow elementary school kids to display the word “boobies” at school. Of course, this wrist band/bumper sticker/T-shirt/etc campaign is really about breast cancer awareness. (Remind me again, what color goes with prostrate cancer awareness?) Oh, well, I guess it’s just a natural progression after the famously successful AIDS prevention campaign “Remember Your Fucking Rubber!” Remember those bumper stickers with the hilarious cartoon? Do you still have one those cuddly teddy bears that had “Remember Your Fucking Rubber!” tattooed on their derrieres? Okay, that was crude and I made it all up. My point is that in the desire to get this message as widespread as possible (and that’s presuming no dark motives), the “I ♥ Boobies” campaign creators are using a flamethrower of a word that leaves some scorched earth.

The Charlie Sheen Show: Like Limp Porn

Charlie Sheen taking people’s money and taking to the stage is all kinds of wrong, and after reading this review I know that some his fans agree with me:

From ew.com, the InsideTV blog, comes this 10:03 live update by James Hibberd:

The show is now an unmitigated disaster. There’s a fairly steady stream of people leaving early. Attendee Chris Acchione, a self-described Sheen fan who traveled all the way from Toronto for the show, says his entire mezzanine row walked out. “He’s making a fool of himself,” he says. “Is there a bigger loser in the world? He’ll be [begging] Chuck Lorre for his job back by the end of the week.”

I’m reminded of life years ago, pre-internet, when finding real porn was sometimes a challenge and the only success I found was in proving myself a lustful fool. Specifically, I’m remembering buying an X-rated videotape without realizing that I was in a state with strict pornography restrictions. The video had been converted for sale there. It was rendered flaccid, if you will, by pan-and-scan. The genitalia and therefore all action involving them were always just off-screen. That’s a wake-up call. You can’t help but know acknowledge to yourself what you got the tape for. You feel cheap because your disappointment cuts through lies you told yourself about just wanting to understand the film style of pornography. You feel ripped off because you thought you’d purchased industrial-strength smut.

Did anyone who went to see Charlie’s show think they were going to get something of value? He’s shown his cards quite publicly over the last few months and news reports over the span of his public life have made it clear where his priorities and interests lie. So no one could have gone to that theater in Detroit in search of meaningful insight on the human condition or for a collection of motivational stories. I rather think they were hoping to see something truly obscene or outrageous (beyond what Sheen’s already broadcast for free). Some, I’m sure, were hoping to see a man give up the last of his dignity in a last desperate grab for money. They were banking on that to be funny on the face of it. Maybe they’d witness in person tomorrow’s new big story about the wealthy whacko. So, in a way it’s like pornography. If you are honest with yourself, it’s a disappointment if it’s too soft or edited. The stuff you’ll consider “good” (except when you’re honest with yourself) shocks and disgusts you. It offends the sensibilities. It spits on God’s silly notion about the noble use of genitals and breasts and bottoms. Like the Charlie Sheen stage show, nothing good was ever going to result from it.

I Couldn’t Believe My Own Eyes

I guess it’s no rare event when you see a movie or TV show and think, “Well that wouldn’t happen in real life.” I guess that’s often okay. But then again, and especially for kids, certain movies and TV shows become permanent fixtures in your head. Some of them inevitably become significant data in your gut feeling for what normal people do, think, or believe. Now that’s scary.

Okay, I just introduced a topic which could fill a book, but my focus today is to sound off on some short clips of three TV shows and a movie. In these clips, children about 10 to 12 years old are discussing or viewing  or acting out material that, for me, would have been very sexually charged. In all these cases, the material is used as a throwaway comedy bit. That is, the presence of these sexually-charged materials or behaviors has zero impact beyond the short scene that contains each of them. It’s that sort of denial of personhood in others that helped to empower my sexual fantasies and enjoyment of pornography. (There, I tied this into the overall theme of this blog site! Moving on…)

My Brand of Masturbation and Pornography Addiction Help

My story cannot be unique. I am convinced that I’ve discovered universal truths about human behavior. On the other hand, I find a lot of websites and materials that just don’t get me. They don’t really understand the masturbation, pornography, and sexual fantasy problem.  Their advice misses the mark. Furthermore, this seems to be one of those subjects that it’s tempting to talk around. Of course, sometimes that’s just a sales technique to get you to pay for a book or a series of videos. In this article, I draw the line between me and the others offering help.

First of all, you can’t buy anything from this website. I’m not selling anything but the information you are reading. So, instead of trying to convince you that I have the information you need, you can just read the information. This is my experience, testimony, insight, and stories. You can use it all or none of it. I truly hope it helps. (Now I do have some links to references that have been helpful to me, but they are certainly not affiliate links.)

There’s nothing to join here. You can subscribe, but that just gives you automatic e-mail notices of new posts. Everything I have to offer you is available with no more input than a click. The volume of information will grow and I intend to make it all available through menus, categories, tags, links, and search boxes.