Jeff. Max. Rob Black. The Harbs. Little Guys in little towns. The Anti-Porn forces are on the march. It's time that we Porn fans fought back.

Bornyo has a good idea in educating the Court TV crowd. I like it a lot. But there are other fronts in this battle. One of which is to fuck with the Holy Rollers on their own turf. And to that end, I give you The Adventures of Struggling Sinner on XXXChurch:

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Please Help Me


I've never posted on a forum before, but I don't know where else to turn.


Like many of you, I'm addicted to pornography. I've been addicted for 21 years. I've struggled with my urges for several years, but I can't help myself. I must have my "fix" (as the addicts put it) and, to that end, I've done some dangerous and stupid things to get it.


You see, my addiction is more sinister and insidious than most. For I am addicted to a despicably dark and deviant type of filth that leaves me feeling ashamed and disgusted with my self.


I am addicted to Tiujana Donkey Porn.


There. I said it. But I don't feel any better.


I can't help myself. When I see the Pistoning Peni of the Burros as they mount the beautiful, brown skinned senoritas, I lose all control. It started when I was 18, when some friends and I took a road trip south of the border. We went to a live show in a barn on the outskirts of town. I was hooked. Ever since then, I've been making trips back to slake my sinful urges. Lately, the lure has been so powerful that once a month, I drive the 1,100 miles from hy home in Tacoma, down I-5 to the border and on to Avenida Revolucion and the Zona Norte district. I'll catch a live show and fill the trunk with as many tapes and DVDs as I can buy.


I've maxed out my credit cards getting cash for the trip at ATMs. The bank wants to forclose on my house. My wife left me five years ago. I've gone to psychiatrists and therapists. I've taken the pills they gave me. Last year, I even checked myself ino a Psychiatric Hospital for three weeks. None of that helped me. I found some comfort in talking to the Hospital Priest, and in reading the little green Bible they gave me. But I was raised a Christian, not a Catholic, and I think the Priest was trying to convert me. Or seduce me. Either way, I was somewhat leery of his attentions.


And I fear this disease runs in the family. My Beautiful Niece from Portland, "C", has been associating with a Dread Pornographer, posing on his website with bunnies between her breasts. I'm terribly afraid that this will be the start of a long, slow descent into "Hardcore" pornography with much larger animals.


I don't know where else to turn. You people are my only hope. Please Help Me!!!!!




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