I rarely return to old porn.
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Date: May 10th, 2012 8:15 PM Author: mind-boggling messiness
Started when I was 13. I stayed up late to get on the family computer, spend an hour downloading pictures of Jenny McCarthy over dial-up, printing them out, clearing the browser cache, and fleeing to my room to masturbate. In college, I would go to sex shops just to buy tangible porn. I wore hoodies and even bought a fake mustache. No one really cared, obv, but I liked the surreptitiousness of it. At the lowest point, I spent an entire Christmas vacation in my room, hunting down Met-Art pics and BangBros videos. It's slacked off a lot lately, ever since I started lifting and approaching girls IRL.
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