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Gentlemen and ladies, I’m obligated to give a 30-day report, for reasons I will explain. Also, I know it will help me feel awesome. With regard to superpowers, I’m not running my own company (yet) or making fashion models drop their shopping bags in awe, but I am having consistent small successes and victories in my life which, taken together, … Continue reading →
But I’m now on a different planet, and really there is truly no going back. Really, the counter doesn’t matter any more. I’m done. Fully rebooted. A couple of months ago I met a new woman and, in the last 6 weeks I’ve overcome all the things I was afraid of.
July 14, 2013 ·
Men,
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… and all of you for doing this!! Its been an amazing journey (almost 50 days!) filled with revelations, brutal honesty, tears, pain, joy and relief. We’re stronger than we ever were, now that there are only two of us in our bed! I just wanted to say, ROCK ON Fapstronauts! You are a cut above the crowd. You’re on … Continue reading →
Porn has become a something of a sub-cultural all in itself. From the innumerable websites hosting anything from videos to pictures to webcams, it is a virtual treasure trove of intertwined bodies. Society has deemed porn a “man” vice, used only by men to obtain orgasm. It has recently come to light that the excessive use of pornography as stimulation … Continue reading →
July 13, 2013 ·
Men,
Stories ·
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Quitting porn makes women more beautiful! But beautiful in a much deeper meaning. I see more clearly who women are. They are so much more beautiful if you think of them more than just something you want to have sex with. Look at their faces and the wonderful way they communicate with you in so many non-verbal ways. Women light … Continue reading →
July 12, 2013 ·
Stories ·
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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.
