User talk:Unanimous7

I was born in 1986 to multi-racial Caribbean parents. I remember my childhood being the only time I thought I understood life, back when dreams still seemed attainable. At 23, I find it impossible to understand myself, and why the hole I'm in continues to get deeper, and deeper. In 1997, I was walking to school in the sixth grade, and noticed a video tape cassette case on the sidewalk. I picked it up.

I remember I had a friend a filipino boy I knew, who lived across the street by the name of Mark. He was just as mischiefs as I was. Before Mark moved away in 1996, we hung out often and caused a commotion throughout the small neighborhood. One day we went into his fathers room and came across large stacks, of magazines. We stole one magazine and kept it hidden outside underneath the fender of an abandon car. He had so many of those magazines that I don't think he would have even noticed he was missing one.

Another time, I remember coming across another magazine mysteriously placed outside in front of my friend Gabriel's apartment complex. I don't know why, but the curiosity in me continued to grow. I picked up the magazine dusted it off, and then I hid it underneath my bed in a pizza box. I don't know why I put it in a pizza box, maybe it was a shrine, or perhaps, I thought I had come across a great hiding place.

What I saw in those two magazines and on that video cassette case baffled me at times, yet it didn't take long for it to grow on me.

Tell me how does a kid define what a fetish is at 9 years old. What words would possibly describe, a transgender individual.

Do siblings help mold a child's ego? Does a father figure give a child more stability, more control?

Why did a older random boy, feel the need to teach my friend and I how to ejaculate. I never asked, never even gave the impression to this preteen that I had seen any magazines. Why did I sneak out of my house as a child, after my parents were asleep with a flash light to go and find the magazine my friend and I hid under the car?

Forgive me if I have gone off into a tangent, but I can not for the love of me seem to understand why I have not yet ditched my addiction to pornogaphy.

I can picture someone, smirking laughing... Ha ha ha...an addiction to porn..you say thats not serious. You've got to be kidding right. Or perhaps your not like that maybe, your disturbed and feel uncomfortable by this topic.

But, the question I would like to ask, " Do you Care". Not about me, not about my addiction, but about the adverse effects of pornography?

After almost 11 years I am still fighting an addiction, that I fed and practically given life to.

If for a second, I could get you to understand the severity of Pornography and its effects on society, maybe it could help someone else.

The accessibility of internet pornography today is so overwhelming. There is an undercurrent of perversion and indecency that is and will, if not properly exposed, damage our children. (adults as well)

I can not begin to explain the levels of physical and mental stress I have experienced wrestling with this addiction. Although there are many who may never be affected or inadvertently affected, I know without a shout of a doubt that I am not the only voice. I am not the only person who understands the severity of this taboo.

Freedom of speech, I understand that. We should have the liberty to express ourselves artistically in any way we see fit. However, If we truly think with a clear mind about exposure of any sort and what affects it has on an individual (hormonal, radioactive, disruptive, perverted*) then we would be able to grasp the seriousness of this epidemic.

If you understand my issue, and feel similarly towards this topic please feel free to leave a comment. Hopefully someone else can help me help another. or email me at (theunanimous7@gmail.com)

Thank you Unanimous7