that
sexual desire is a lot like a rash. If you keep --scratching it-- you
make it worse and, thus, --scratching it-- comes to seem like an urgent,
toppermost of the poppermost, central necessity in your life. If you
learn to leave your penis alone, I discovered, your penis will learn to
leave you alone.]
This dovetailed with the --second source-- in answering --Where do you
think your ideas about women come from?--: my own decision to alternate
periods of intentional celibacy (as opposed to --not getting laid--)
with periods of monogamous sexual activity and semi-monogamous sexual
activity. Having gone back and forth between the two states over the
course of a decade, I can state unequivocally that celibate Dave Sim
sees reality more clearly than sexually-active Dave Sim (who wilfully
hypnotized himself into seeing the world in a manifestly untrue way and
persuaded himself that feminist lies were true, that many feminist lies
contained elements of truth, that feminist lies were not wholly
untruthful). Surrendering an accurate perception of reality for a world
of fairy-tale falsehoods was part of the high price of sex, a price I
was no longer prepared to pay.
I got tired of Believing Five Impossible Things Before Breakfast.
(Odd to say that one out loud for the first time.)
--For instance?-- the fellow asked.
--Well, take Government-Funded Daycare,-- I said, --a central plan
.
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