Most of you guys are probably too young to remember the group SuperTramp, but I bet you still know some of the songs. One song that I strongly identified the moment it came out, when I was 13 years old, was "Long Way Home." I always TOOK the long way home. I preferred my own company, kept my friends down to a small group. While my family in childhood was always fighting about one thing or another downstairs, I was upstairs down a long L shaped hallway over the garage, happy as a clam with books, music, and stolen dirty magazines, that, back in those days, were on the rack with other magazines, no one would sell to a kid, so I just took them. I had to have it, even back then. I was sexualized at the tender age of six years old by a camp councilor, so I pursued that orgasm any way I could. Much of my life was wasted on that pursuit, the orgasm, but in 2014 in an attempt to save my life, I became Catholic, so I could go to confession. I really needed to confess. Since then life has become better, much better, but not all is well. I still have a daily battle to fight against the demons of porn. Porn. The rapist of the innocent, the thief of souls. This is a great place I think to share in the victories of the victorious. The big mistake I often make is by saying TODAY I won't instead of this hour I wont. I pray I may stick with nofap, and add it to the toolbox of my resistance. Thanks for reading! Nice to know that I don't have to take the long way home by myself if I don't want to go it alone.
