Beware, this summer...

Well said. It seems like the days where man and woman could walk around practically naked without being ferociously aroused are no more. There were bigger things to attend to; sex was a tiny part.

The tragedy of contemporary society is that it keeps us in lust. It does so just enough so that we are subdued and repressed enough to keep its wheels turning.

 

Devilinme2...that's messed up. It's not far off from how we've been though, through P. I wouldn't have dared do that stuff in public; nor would I have felt good doing it.

I'm going to post some of my feelings about the topic of this thread, so that I could help some younger guys out here in the struggle. Initially, I was going to post it in the age-related forum (30-39), but I think it'd do wider good here.

At 39, I've a lot of low-key regret and grief over how PMO has taken away my late teens, 20's and much of my 30's. The gaps in between - and don't get me wrong, there were large gaps of freedom in between - were filled with arduous struggle on a search for inner fortitude and freedom based on a spiritual experience I had in my late 20's. I didn't get involved with any women even if they wanted to be involved with me.

Yet being outdoors today, in the peak of summer, I saw what I had warned about in this thread: short shorts, sexy legs, skirts, bodies bodies bodies of females females females. Very attention-grabbing, and - at the same time - a very mournful process for me. I watched younger women of varying ages dressed like that, and the obvious attraction was combined with an acute sense of pain, longing and loss. They were with guys, some of them; just enjoying their summer together, doing summer things. I could have been that guy in my younger days: among girls, among friends, enjoying ourselves. They were just having simple fun: walking, biking, hanging out. PMO - and the conditioning that led me to it - took all those moments away from me.

Don't be me, in my late 30's, pining for those moments. And don't mistake me for a perv. All it means is - not that I want to be with these girls per se - but that all the psychologies of my younger selves remain with me; they remain unfulfilled, unrequited, in longing, just pining to live youth and life among others - among girls - playfully, carefree, fearless (even if immature/stupid) .

Young guys - and older - please kick this demon away for good. You'll look back and mourn if you keep it on your back. Trust me.

All I can do is do my best. Don't worry about me; I dissolve all that pain, mourning, arousal and regret away through devoted meditation. I'm on a spiritual path now; a higher calling. But it's easier to say and do this when you know you've lived your youth excitedly. I have not. I have only a poor, lost young lad, mired in insecurity and PMO, to look back on. To even think about going back to reclaiming my youth at this point seems laughable not only to me, but to people who would see me and wonder who this old fart is.

Don't be how I was. Thank you for reading.