"Some of us [men] choose to exalt the metaphysical side of our sexuality, romanticizing the chivalrous poet. But this amazing poet does not exist in any pure form, nor should he. The ones who come closest to being pure poets are often fat, with greasy hair and dirty socks. Furthermore, they excel as poets because they are well practiced at living inside their minds; but they are not complete persons. Ironically, the habit of pornography is quite compatible with a poetic aesthetic sense of sex."
— Joel Helbling, quoting an earlier post of his within a new post expanding upon it, "Re-crossing the Cimmaron". Show this to the person who tells you that sexual sins aren't damaging.
