Peep This: VIBE Writer Becomes A Porn Addict For 7 Days

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Vibe / July 29, 2011

IT’S A DIRTY JOB

VIBE CAGES A WRITER IN HIS APARTMENT FOR SEVEN DAYS WITH WI-FI AND A PORN-FILLED ITINERARY. THE GOAL: SIMULATE THE LIFE OF A SEX ADDICT 

Written by: Keith Reid
Illustration by: Jay Jay Jackson

IN MY YOUNGER YEARS, I used every lame excuse for my infidelity in a relationship except one: sex addiction. As a man, saying you have this problem only seems to apply to pro athletes or celebrities caught repeatedly stepping out on their Rock who has apparently ceased to rock their world. How did sex addiction gain so much traction and why aren’t the rest of us pulling that card? Ironically, the American Psychiatric Association has yet to recognize sexual addiction as a mental illness. But that isn’t stopping celebs—Russell Brand, Tiger Woods, Eric Benet, and even Kanye West—from claiming they have it. 

Turns out, the issue has made its way to Capitol Hill. This April, a group of 42 senators sent a letter to Attorney General Eric Holder requesting more obscenity prosecutions of pornography. Their theory: excess consumption of porn will lead to sex addiction and disrupt families. 

I decided to test their logic. I would “become” a sex addict. My route: watching Internet porn excessively. I locked myself away for a week with nothing but food, water and my laptop. What came from this experiment wasn’t what I expected. 

SUNDAY, 6:12 AM 
It’s dark outside. I wake up fully clothed on my couch; lights, TV and laptop still on from last night. On my flat screen: Marc Lamont Hill and some Black preachers, one of whom is a friend of mine, are talking about the relevance of the Black church. I can’t pay attention to them. I grab my laptop, fire up Tube8.com and do a search for Jada Fire. Discovered her about three years ago and she’s been my old faithful in times of need. She’s exactly what I like: thick, chocolate and freaky. I watch 10 clips of her then head for the bathroom, laptop in hand. 

7:46 AM 
I could live without the guys in porn. Period. 

8:42 PM 
An unintended consequence of committing yourself to porn is that cooking’s a distraction from Italia Blue taking back shots. I call this new Lebanese joint around the corner, order grilled chicken and mesaa’a and get back to it. Few hours later, I’m racked by chills and aches, and worst of all, flaccid, with Tube8 still playing. Head to the kitchen for some ibuprofen and vitamin C (porn, apparently, is also a gateway drug), my stomach rumbles and I make it to the sink in time to puke. Some chick is still moaning in the background. 

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