Anonymous4: @Anonymous: Yeah. Felt like I was going to have a heart attack. Fucking throbbing out of my chest. So gripped and shocked that my eyes would end up dry from not blinking enough. I was disgusted and appalled the first time I saw a facial but was drawn back to it like a horrible car wreck that I could gawk at in secret. At first I only liked lesbian or nude females and seeing another guy's dick made porn disgusting and intimidating. Every year I got deeper. Every year the things that used to cause instinctive disgust or shame would slowly slide into the category of exciting and taboo, then eventually boring and replaced by the next taboo. When I was a teen the porn I liked was separate from my actual desires. If a girl smiled at me or flicked her hair or God forbid flirted or danced provocatively I would go light headed and be overwhelmed with desire, but if I got home and watched porn I was only equally turned on by hardcore sex. Eventually the dam broke and I began to desire the same fucked up roleplay, sex acts and perversions that I swore were contained in my porn habit. I was no longer turned on by seeing a naked woman without specific context. I'm now more turned on by porn than my gf who many people are envious of. I embraced the inner coomer because all the scientists and doctors said it was normal and healthy. Look where we are now. I'm like a crack baby. Healing all the way is probably impossible. I will never have my righteous disgust and revulsion back.
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