Every once in awhile you’ll see someone on TV or in a movie that does something crazy with dominoes that far exceeded what you may have done with a set when you were a kid. You know….stack them single file and when you’re done – just give the lead one a nudge and the chain reaction is put in motion, aka ‘the domino effect.’
Now consider the notion that pot/marijuana/weed/etc. is considered the ‘gateway drug’ to other hallucinogens. Which some people believe (mostly non-potheads) and some do not (potheads). A form of drug dominoes, if you will.
This book “Sex for One” came up on my suggested reading list a while back, and my first inclination was to write a review on it. The review would have been 1 out of 5 stars and I would have slammed it for the author’s recommendation that masturbation is natural, acceptable, and a preferred method of dealing with sexual frustration. I did not write the review – yet. In fairness, I felt that I should read the book first, then write my opinion. However, a quick glance through the table of contents seems to indicate that it’d be a good book for a married couple to explore – together, but that’s about the extent.
So back to dominoes; masturbation is the gateway drug to porn – just like the Bible has all of those crazy ‘begats.’ Sex drive begat masturbation begat porn begat flirtation begat infidelity begat adultery. I’m sure there’s a multitude of other begats that could be stuck in between, but you get the idea.
Where’s the source? The devil of course. Like any or all sin, it starts with a nudge from Satan. Laying in bed and you get random ‘wood;’ “just a little extra rub with that scratch, it won’t hurt anything…” says our non-friend. Then your imagination kicks in to help you along, to get to the big finish of it all. But after awhile the imagination needs some help, so our buddy tells us a little porn is OK; it’s like you’re not hurting the women in them – pictures have already been taken, etc. The various rationales just keep tumbling down. And you buy it. Cause it’s just you and the one eyed helmet headed soldier of doom – no one else; oh, except for the portfolio of butt shots or boob shots or crotch shots of countless women hidden on an app on your phone that looks like a calculator. Gee, if its ‘nothing,’ then why is it hidden on your phone? Speaking of the various ‘shots;’ did you notice that we now have categories? We have ‘object files,’ we’ve succeeded in objectifying those women into nothing but body parts.
So now you’re the ‘Terminator,’ no matter where you are – you are scanning for targets and their soft vulnerable parts; classifying if ‘you would or would not.’ After sometime the mind becomes bored of that game; you might not even need Satan’s help this time to up the ante further. Hmm…remember some of those other apps that seemed to have ‘interesting potential’? Why not? Why not just try them out for a little interesting discourse just to rev your engine up; and it does. Texting leads to a phone call; the phone call leads to teasing remarks about actually meeting. Where does it stop?
More importantly, how does it leave you feeling after you’ve thrown that wad of saturated Kleenex away? Empty? Unfulfilled? Guilty? Yep.
Just as empty as you felt the first time you took matters into hand after the devil gave you a little prod and told you…don’t worry, it’s just you and you’re not hurting anyone else.
Oh…in case you were wondering, where this all left me was at the edge of teasing remarks and the interaction dwindling to nothing. Until my wife found emails that I hadn’t deleted and divorce was a popular topic and I was deep in despair; meanwhile I’m sure the devil was having a ball until my wife’s faith in God saved our relationship. It took me a year to figure out that God found me and fixed me, and for that I am eternally grateful.
So the moral of the story my friend, is to just say no to dominoes.
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