I want to apologize to women
For idolizing your body and neglecting your heart.
You see, the boy that I spoke of was me. It was your brother, your son, your friend, your co-worker, your father, your husband. Porn has become an epidemic, one that we allow. It has infected our men and thus affected our families, our friends, our women… Yes, our women. Look into her eyes, beyond her body if you are able to, and behold the insecurities that reside deep within. And who could blame her. You’ve had them all, every type of girl you could have imagined was yours for the taking, and in your heart you took her, in your lust you took her, in your shame you took her, and the end result was an abomination. Its funny because you stand here insecure about yourself, lacking any sort of real social skills to speak to the real damn thing, so as always you go back and back and back to your vomit. In the meantime there she stands waiting, hoping for a prince charming to sweep her off her feet, but all the boys that should have become princes have become slaves to the women on the screen. So she stops hoping, she closes off her heart because she knows that all you’ve ever wanted was her body anyways. So if she gives you anything it’s that, but never her heart. I mean, think about it, how can she compete with the countless women that have ravished your heart. You weren’t after their heart, so why would you be after hers? The only way she has a chance is to flaunt her assets, open up to you, and let you cum in. Only then can she grab your attention. Never mind waiting for a prince, those don’t exist. But paupers? Paupers are everywhere. They’ve all been robbed of their innocence, their grandeur, their manhood, of the prince within they were meant to be. They have given over their riches to these women and in return they were left with garments of shame and lust, a shattered spirit, and an empty heart grasping for hope. What else is there to do but settle for one of these. So she throws herself at him hoping that by some act of the divine this broken man will be the prince she’s been longing to meet, but in the end she’s only dragged down to the level of filth he’s become so familiar with. And thus the fallen prince gives rise to the destitute princess, and a new cycle is born…
To be continued…
Israel’s Writings 