Porn Addiction is an Addiction to Depression
Does watching hot girls get railed out by a man with a gigacock make you feel better, or worse?
Everyone knows the standard scolding that comes along with the subject of porn. Most of the moralizing comes from recovering porn addicts who get fixated on making sure no one else watches porn to make them feel normal about constantly avoiding it. This post isn’t about morality. I don’t do morality. There’s more than enough of that to go around.
I’ve written about this topic in On Porn a few years ago, but I want to expand on the above point. Cuckoldry typically refers to a man watching a woman he’s dating or married to get plowed by a man who isn’t him. In the case of watching porn, it’s more accurate to say he’s taking part in voyeuristic cuckoldry. He’s watching another man have sex. There’s no getting out of it — the man watching porn is cucking himself.
“Med, what if I’m watching lesbian porn?” Lesbians aren’t real. Allow me to continue.
If you’re a porn watcher, you’re most likely watching a man with a gigacock tearing apart the specific type of girl you fantasize about. If you’re a regular, you’re watching the exact type of sex you wish you were having. What do you think partaking in this does to your self-esteem? It ravages you just as much as the girl you’re watching.
I’m not going to speculate about the female-oriented points about what porn does to relationships. Does watching porn “raise your expectations about what women should look like”? I have no idea, only you do. But I guarantee you don’t feel any better about yourself after watching another man do something you wish you could do. Who would? Imagine wanting to fix a leaky faucet and another man steps in front of you and handles the job in front of your woman. That’s exactly what’s happening while watching porn.
I’ll get off my high horse for a second. Of course I’ve watched porn. I’ll be fully transparent about my porn usage. In total, I had maybe 5-6 months of my life where I watched porn every night, but I noticed I felt exhausted and low energy the next day. I noticed I was less motivated to actually have sex. So I stopped doing it. Every now and then I’d watch it again. I had a folder of my favorites. But I noticed I felt this bottomless black hole after watching it. I felt worse after jerking off to porn than I did before I started. I said to myself, “Okay, this isn’t good for you” and I stopped entirely. I was never a porn addict, but I haven’t watched porn in probably 3 years. Prior to that, I watched porn maybe 10 times the previous 2 years. I think you get my point.
What I’m trying to say is:I’m no stranger to porn. I get it. But I also know the sensations involved before watching porn. Sometimes you’re bored and you just wanna nut because it’s more exciting than being bored. Sometimes you’re really horny and just need to cum. I get it. I’m probably the horniest person you’ll ever know. Sometimes I wake up so horny I stand up and get dizzy. But I don’t watch porn. I either have sex if I’m able to or I jerk off. But when I do, I jerk off to memories of times I’ve had sex. And I think that’s better.
If I can put myself in the mind of someone who is “addicted” to porn, I imagine the cycle looks something like this:
You feel bad —> you watch porn —> you get cucked —> you cum —> you feel bad about getting cucked —> you feel worse —> you watch porn.
Porn addiction is being trapped in a cycle of depression. You feel depressed, you try to numb the pain by watching porn, you still feel depressed, you try to numb the pain again. If you’re in this cycle, I suggest going to great lengths to stop this. Take a week off of using your phone. Take a week off from work and disconnect your ISP. Detox. If that’s too extreme, go to a SAA meeting. Do whatever it takes. Because I guarantee you watching porn is not helping you become more confident and definitely not helping your relationship, your sex life, or the chances of finding one.
Again, please don’t think I’m trying to scold or feel superior. But I have infinite ambition to have sex, and I chalk a lot of that up to not watching porn. Aside from the random old man in the gym locker room who walks around with his cock waving about, the only dick I’ve seen in the past year is mine. Can you say the same?
I’m going to expand more on this in my book, but porn is obviously a major contributor to why men are having less sex, why relationships are failing, and why people are having less children. And I’m not going to pretend like I care about more people having children. I don’t. I care more about attractive people finding someone they’re supposed to be with and making children who are raised by two people who are obsessed with each other. In that world, we’ll have more excellent people, and less insane people. If this doesn’t help you, I apologize, but those are my thoughts on the topic for now. More to come.




Jerking off to memories of past sex is okay. So is jerking off to spontaneous fantasies that may or may not bear some resemblance to your sexual history.
Porn is bad for this because it atrophies the imagination.
Your average man can perhaps, if he concentrates, conjure up an approximation of the beautiful woman he glimpsed on the street today but had no way of accessing. But he lacks the imaginative power to concoct and mentally play out a little scenario in which he reaches, seduces and passionately fucks her, even without the simultaneous mechanical process of bringing himself to orgasm.
So instead he pulls out his phone and scrolls his favourite sites until he finds a porn vid featuring a woman who looks a little like the one he saw on the street.
Playboy centerfolds and such were a kind of midpoint here: they provide a clear visual prompt for your imagination to spin off of, reducing the cognitive load without annihilating the requirement to engage your imagination at all.