Discipline – 1 Year Without Porn :
In 2017 I didn’t watch porn.
See, I view porn as a problem, always will, really always did.
March something 2018 I caved, I watched. I’d cave here and there til October 21, 2019. This is my 1 year clean post, the time stamp, 316am, the first clean minute over the full year as I turned it off for good on 10/21/19 at 315am.
I have a trick I’d never seen online…
I grow a solid red beard.
Since 16/17 I’ve preferred to have a beard.
A bit after that initial cave, I came up with this.
I looked and felt like a bum, knew I’d caved to watching porn, and had just took a shot with this pretty freckled chick (who always smiled at me) simply asking if she had a boyfriend during a brief conversation as we passed by each other ; one of us leaving, the other arriving.
I recall going over to my buddy’s and talking, just talking. His giant 6’6″ ass has a calming effect on me.
At some point in that few day period I shaved, an act of discipline. If I was to do something childish/immature (watch porn, I know better), I didn’t deserve to have facial hair like an adult does.
A Man doesn’t watch porn. A boy may. I made myself look like a boy as discipline if I watched porn.
Initially it was after porn I had to shave, it evolved into me requiring myself to shave 24hrs or more after I turned the shit off to symbolize starting a new age, with a new day.
I’d always write against watching. Sometimes punishment writing, sometimes an essay of thoughts. Near my bed is a handwritten paper “The Final Time I Watched Porn” signed at the bottom in oath.
See, self discipline is incredibly important.
It ties into my soul.
If I watch porn I have to shave, the same as I have to do my pushups.
I made this habit.
The stuff ties into my soul.
A compulsion of the soul.
If you’re having a hard time quitting porn, brother I know the feeling.
Maybe you’ve swore to yourself…I did, and I’ve caved a few dozen times since.
There was a time I even told a friend I’d commit seppaku if porn consumption continued, only to days later watch a scene where the girl in it looked earily similar to a chick I knew at the time.
I’m not proud of that.
The trick is discipline.
I don’t like having to shave. I shaved every time I caved. I no longer cave.
Our sissy society claims that punishment doesn’t work.
Fuck yeah it works!
You watch porn? Looking for inner strength to never cave? Find a strong deterrent, find yourself a punishment that’ll make the con outweigh any pro to you, and use it to discipline yourself without exception if necessary.
The punishment has kept me from caving many a time.
I’ll say “not today” and fucking make it til the next day, if I watch the next day I’m writing and shaving, and I’m not shaving for that shit again.
Fuck yeah!
You know that you’re a Man, when one night you’re so close to caving, don’t quit, and wake up the next morning feeling on top of the world as you stayed true to yourself, strong.
Strong.
Never braking your own principles.
-J
(Written far in advance, probably 10 months early as commitment to self, then touched up as a method of reaffirmation multiple times to hold strong. I’ve made the year – this statement too written with over a month to go.
Getting within the last month to make the year, the urge is gone. I have no desire any longer to watch porn. The rarity I think about doing so is easily identified as boredom, laughed at, ignored, and moved past.
Saying no to porn is far more manly than watching digital cuckoldry.
Embrace your masculinity, build a manly mindset, and porn will have no draw.
And know this ; your saying no to porn is for far more than just the self.)