SmokenMirrors
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9 months! Amazing! How are you feeling as a result of this long term abstinence from porn?
This is the truth. I will just keep reminding myself of it!After so many days, there is no point in going back.
Let's hope so.you are truly sailing away from the 'fantasy island' that is porn- the fake and false place is giving way to the true and real.
That's a fantastic poem man! I love the part about toxicity!Day 275
This poem was inspired by @SmokenMirrors's great post today.
What is a man?
Lo there do I see him, a man among men,
There he holds his face up high, again and again.
Warmth and love will ever be found upon his kindly face,
Yet death and grit also that no one could efface.
He's not an idle man you see, a man of the modern race,
But a man of action, not vacuous words, who never seeks a hiding place.
Some say he's a god, but he knows far far too well,
that when men say they're gods, that usually sounds the final death knell.
Some call him toxic, but oh how they're wrong!
What could be so toxic and bad of anything so naturally strong?
What is this toxicity that everyone goes on and yaps about?
What is the point of demeaning something so strong and stout?
Then there are others, with possibly good intentions,
But what is left unsaid is often in need of great interventions.
They say men should be barbarians again, and return back to hostile factions,
But god damn have we not learned that the world does not need another ridiculous reaction!
So what must we do then to become a modern "made" man?
Should we cut off our dicks with glee and become history's greatest "Yes man"?
Or should we return back to the forest and put women back in their "place",
Can there not be any other option than this utterly black and white disgrace?
We men now are only consumers "Yes I'll take that new 20k TV and some porn please."
Thus we can die in our modern "mancaves," fat as fuck and on our humble knees.
Some say this is "progress," so as to sap us from our natural strength,
But I say fuck that shit to hell, I will not die with intimacy at arms-length!
Day 275
This poem was inspired by @SmokenMirrors's great post today.
What is a man?
Lo there do I see him, a man among men,
There he holds his face up high, again and again.
Warmth and love will ever be found upon his kindly face,
Yet death and grit also that no one could efface.
He's not an idle man you see, a man of the modern race,
But a man of action, not vacuous words, who never seeks a hiding place.
Some say he's a god, but he knows far far too well,
that when men say they're gods, that usually sounds the final death knell.
Some call him toxic, but oh how they're wrong!
What could be so toxic and bad of anything so naturally strong?
What is this toxicity that everyone goes on and yaps about?
What is the point of demeaning something so strong and stout?
Then there are others, with possibly good intentions,
But what is left unsaid is often in need of great interventions.
They say men should be barbarians again, and return back to hostile factions,
But god damn have we not learned that the world does not need another ridiculous reaction!
So what must we do then to become a modern "made" man?
Should we cut off our dicks with glee and become history's greatest "Yes man"?
Or should we return back to the forest and put women back in their "place",
Can there not be any other option than this utterly black and white disgrace?
We men now are only consumers "Yes I'll take that new 20k TV and some porn please."
Thus we can die in our modern "mancaves," fat as fuck and on our humble knees.
Some say this is "progress," so as to sap us from our natural strength,
But I say fuck that shit to hell, I will not die with intimacy at arms-length!
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