VIBE Writer Becomes A Porn Addict For 7 Days (Pg. 3)

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Vibe / July 29, 2011

THURSDAY, NOON 
The neighbors definitely hate me. It’s not my fault 1: My walls are thin. 2: Sinnamon Love is extra loud in her scenes. 3: She looks and sounds better in 46 inches of 1080p brilliance than on my tiny laptop screen and speakers. 

FRIDAY, 5 PM 
Sometimes I’m not even sure why I watch this stuff. I mean, there’s the obvious reason, but truth told porn’s only good for about the first 15 minutes. After that, it’s about as entertaining as watching Soul Plane sober. 

SATURDAY, 2:37 AM 
To hell with what I said yesterday about watching porn being pointless. What else is there to do at this time of night after you wake up and can’t get back to sleep? 

10:00 AM 
My week of porn is ending. I thought I would grow tired, but I crack open my laptop; my only company and source of pleasure for the past seven days. No, I can’t do this; I’ve reached my limit. I shut the laptop cover down and swear off porn for at least a month. 

ONE WEEK LATER… 
Apparently, porn is easily habit-forming. In seven days, I discovered the line between harmless visual self-gratification and the compulsion that makes watching it constantly, for no good reason, seem normal. I also found out that other people notice when you’ve been watching too much porn. At least two friends (both women, it’s worth noting) pointed out that my innuendos had gotten more colorful than usual in the days after pornapalooza. I’m still unconvinced that every celeb caught in a sex scandal is some tragic, rampant porn addict. But I’m convinced those people do exist, in Hollywood and elsewhere. Watching porn can be fun, but sometimes it ain’t nothin’ to play with.