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|>>|| No. 425809
My brain has been addled from watching so much porn that whenever one of you recommends CBT I assume you're advocating a Cock and Ball Torture session.
|>>|| No. 425814
Porn has come a long way. When I was a younglad, right before the Internet, if you wanted porn, you had to either know somebody who somehow had access to pirated porn movies, which were then usually a blurry third generation VHS copy of an already badly mangled original. Or you had to go to a newsagent's for some gentlemen's magazines. Usually, you didn't pick the one near where you lived, for fear that they would somehow tell your mum and dad. And then when the Internet happened, it did take a whole while before having a wank to Internet porn became sufficiently practical if you wanted to do anything more than knock one out to a handful of smallish image files. Early video codecs only offered grainy, low frame rate, stamp sized clips that took ten minutes or more to download via 56K dial-up. It really only became a viable option circa 2000 and later, with the widespread availability of high bandwidth Internet and improved video codecs.
|>>|| No. 425817
I'm into weightlifting. The fitness board here is very slow so I tend to browse theirs, although in recent months the chronic masturbators and li'l hitlers have been taking over so I find myself going less and less.
Anyway CBT just makes me think of Current Body Thread. I don't know what else it could mean.
|>>|| No. 425823
For me as a motorcycle person, its still "Compulsory Basic Trainig" with "Cock & Ball Torture" a close second.
The naughty (non-touchy) uncle handed us nigh pristine copies of tapes, but living rurally we had "The Spot" where magazines were stashed. And occasioanlly appeared or disappeared.
|>>|| No. 425824
>The naughty (non-touchy) uncle handed us nigh pristine copies of tapes
At my school, most of our porn tapes came from that one kid whose parents were both alcoholics and whose dad let him smoke fags before he was 16. Kind of a perfect picture of dysfunction, and him being the go-to lad for porn movies was kind of a given.
>but living rurally we had "The Spot" where magazines were stashed
There was a building site in our neighbourhood in Norf London at one time when I was about nine or ten, and the builders forgot to padllock their trailer over the weekend, and another friend and I snuck in and nicked about half a dozen porn mags that were lying on the tea table there. My friend's mum was horrified when she spotted us sitting on their balcony with a pile of those magazines, leafing through them. She then told my mum, who grounded me for about two weeks from visiting my friend. And the magazines of course went in the bin immediately.
|>>|| No. 425826
My parents only 'caught' me with porn twice and on both occasions it was my older brother but I got the blame for it. Once was when it went for a PC World health check, fuck knows why they reported to my Mum about porn being on there, and the other was a year or so later when he'd got so much malware on the computer from porn and ended up running up a bill for several hundred quid by dialling an overseas number rather than connecting to our ISP. At least the last one convinced my parents to get broadband but it still annoys me, about twenty years later, that I'm blamed for both of them.
|>>|| No. 425829
> fuck knows why they reported to my Mum about porn being on there
Wasn't it Gary Glitter who first rose to child fiddling prominence when a PC repair service found indecent images of children on his computer?
One of my mates used to work in that field, and he told me that most of the time, people had very ordinary porn on their PCs that they brought in. Slightly disgusting at times, but usually nothing that would have been illegal as such. But his coworker did spot a few pictures of children on a customer's computer once, and decided to get the police involved. They usually turned a blind eye when customers had cracked software or pirated movies on their computers, because if they didn't, it would have eliminated over half of their business. But child pornography was a different matter.
My portable laptop has been doubling as my home desktop PC for some time, and I also use it to have a wank now and then. Although it only involves adult women having consensual sex. My actual porn collection is stored on an external USB hard drive, but I wipe all the system traces regularly with a program called East-Tec Eraser. It lets you wipe things like your browser history and cache and all kinds of other traces that browsers and applications leave on your computer. I occasionally take my laptop on holidays or weekend trips, so to lose it or have it nicked and other people gaining insight into my porn habits would naturally be embarrassing, even though I am not into any kind of illegal porn.
|>>|| No. 425830
I'd wipe porn from my history, but in the days of dial-up I wouldn't wipe any from the image cache so I'd have something to wank to on days the internet was down.
|>>|| No. 425831
I have been a bad boy I suppose.
My last partner had this big thing about me being mates with an ex. She sulked about us texting and at one point secretly went on my computer to read all the facebook messages, seeming almost disappointed to find out we hadn't met up or even been flirting. The irony, however, is that she never suspected the other two birds I actually did shag behind her back. One of them was an Irish catholic. Right cock hungry little slag. Sorry, father.
Couldn't see the wood for the trees I suppose. Jealousy is a terrible thing, remember that, lads.
|>>|| No. 425834
being a biker, mentions of CBT reminds me of Compulsory Basic Training, which you have to do before getting a full bike license.
|>>|| No. 425836
In theory, yes, but in reality no. She'd been like that since long before I cheated on her, and I go so far as to say I only cheated on her because I was already sick of the relationship and hadn't got the guts to dump her.
Don't be a judgemental prick, mate, everyone's done something wrong at some point.
|>>|| No. 425839
I'd advise against calling people judgemental pricks - it makes you look like a judgemental prick, on top of all your other prickish habits. Just looking out for you m7.
|>>|| No. 425840
>I only cheated on her because I was already sick of the relationship and hadn't got the guts to dump her
So she had no reason to be suspicious then
|>>|| No. 425855
This post has dropped off the bottom of the thread so I haven't read it, but I feel obligated to pile on and call you a cunt anyway.
|>>|| No. 425859
I'm not sure this is how confession is supposed to work, I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to all call the confessor a cunt.
He's definitely a cunt, though.
|>>|| No. 425860
I think that is how confessionals work. Catholicism is built on feelings of guilt, sin and internalising blame. If you don't make your subjects feel like a cunt then you won't have a very successful religion.
|>>|| No. 425861
Yeah, but you tell them they've sinned but not to worry, our religion will absolve you if you pray and donate or whatever.
|>>|| No. 425864
Bloody hell you lot are a set of fannies aren't you. For such a deeply whale poacheric board at all other times you're certainly up in arms about a lad slipping it away on the side.
|>>|| No. 425866
I remember exploring around a workmen's trailer at around the same age and they had buckets of human shit.
|>>|| No. 425868
I think it's more that lads attitude than anything. Obviously we all cheat on our wives, we're just less proud of it.
|>>|| No. 425869
Think you've missed the mark by miles there lad. >>425868 is more on point. That and the string of response to that guy were obviously just drawing out a joke too. Come on guys.
|>>|| No. 425870
I think that's a bit of a self-absrbed and spineless way to look at it. You can't change the past, what's done is done. What's the point in pretending to be ashamed? I much prefer person who can frankly acknowledge that what they did was wrong and live with it, than trying to absolve themselves with the idea of guilt.
When you feel guilt, it's rarely because you genuinely feel bad about what you did in the first place. It's usually just because it had unintended negative consequences that you regret. When you do things, you do them for a reason, and more often than not that reason is personal gratification without regard to others.
Look at those stock apologies you get politicians making- In our society, it's pretty much okay to do all kinds of things wrong, just as long as you put on the display of shame. The much more despicable thing is not to appear ashamed.
|>>|| No. 425871
I've posted this before, but one of the worst things I've ever done was when I was at university and my friend threw a house party. I didn't like one of her housemates as she was incredibly stuck up so, when I needed the toilet, I pissed all over their toothbrushes and the one I decided belonged to the lass I didn't like I brushed up and down against my arsehole. I felt a bit guilty about the last part so I gave that a quick rinse afterwards. My friend had a different bathroom in the house so there was no danger of pissing on her toothbrush.
|>>|| No. 425874
You're not supposed to pretend to be guilty, you're supposed to actually feel guilty.
It's fine if you're a sociopath, we get it, but there's no use defending yourself.
|>>|| No. 425877
I was at a house party once where one of my mates got sick while pissing in the toilet bowl, but rather than just vomit into the bowl, he opened the top drawer of a cabinet and barfed into it. Then shut the drawer again, and it wasn't until a day or two later that the parents of the lad at whose house we were began to notice a quite horrible smell in that bathroom.
|>>|| No. 425878
>When you feel guilt, it's rarely because you genuinely feel bad about what you did in the first place.
|>>|| No. 425879
Guilt is a healthy response to having done wrong; shame is an unhealthy response to being caught. Very different emotions, very different behavioural consequences.
|>>|| No. 425880
I didn't have any access to the Net right until the mid-00s and even after it was via an old mobile phone hooked to my PC as a GPRS modem. The average download rate would be something about 3-5 kbyte/s.
I used to fetch about 100 MB of porn per evening on that connection. Not too shabby.
As for CBT, aye, therapy would come first. I've read too much about history of psychology.
Audible mirth with slight schadenfreude notes in it. Your story is ironic if also mildly indecent. Still.
|>>|| No. 425881
Makes you wonder about all the things people have done to your own toothbrushes over the years. If I owned a toothbrush factory I'd probably squat over the conveyor belt and have all the new brushes gently comb my arse hair but they go out to an unsuspecting public.
|>>|| No. 425882
Sure, but I think it's rare people genuinely feel that sort of guilt. I think it's far more common people weigh it up in their head before they do A Bad Thing and decide "Yeah, nah, I'm not going to lose any sleep over that so fuck it." Toothbrush lad is a good example- He immediately felt guilty because he'd gone a step too far. Something like cheating on a partner, for example, takes a fair bit of planning to pull off. If you're going to actually feel guilty about it, you'd realise it long before you went through with it.
I feel genuine guilt is less common than the form of self-serving guilt which is simply where you try and make yourself feel better by self-flagellation. It's there to reassure you that you're still a good person despite knowingly doing something horrible, because it's okay, you feel guilty.
Basically I'm not saying everyone's a sociopath, but I've had the last bit of cheesecake eaten out of the fridge one too many times in my life to believe people when they say they've got morals.
|>>|| No. 425894
There's a woman my missus and I are friends with. I am incredibly and quite primitively attracted to her. I'm not sure I've ever met someone that I've been so strongly sexually attracted to, but not really been bothered about any of the other facets of attraction. I wouldn't want to go out with this woman or anything, I just have a hugely, unexpectedly powerful urge to fuck her. It's an odd feeling, one that I don't think I've had so intensely before. She's not even particularly my type or anything like that, my own girlfriend is certainly more attractive, but whenever I see this woman it's like a switch is flipped in my brain and I become a horny ape. She flirts with me too, which doesn't help, but she also lives in America so it's not really a frequent problem.
I'm not about to cheat on my missus or anything, and I suspect that the high level of tension and office-style flirting is far better than the sex would end up being anyway. I just can't get my head around how and why I feel so very compelled to jump her bones, specifically.
|>>|| No. 425899
I think you might be right. Now that I think about it, I must have seen her on Instagram etc before meeting her, and don't remember going mental just looking at those. So she must just have the exact sort of pheromones that I like. I suppose that means we'd make exceptionally good children together, though I have absolutely no interest in doing that, either.
|>>|| No. 425915
There is one of my missus female friends with a similar things, but with an ugly twist: it looks like everybody wants to beat and/or rape her. She always looks like she has just been scared into submission. AFAIK, every one of her boyfriends either beat her like a punching bag or raped her. I cannot deny that I feel some strange urges every time I look at her, and she's not attractive or offensive at all, there is no reason why I should feel like this. No idea, I just keep her as far away as possible and I tell the missus that I do not like her.
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