B.O.G.A.R.T.
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I was 18 year old virgin loser, but as my college years are still ahead of me, opportunities to get laid still seemed endless. I remember being in Venice during a hot steamy summer trying to cool under a shade by the Palazzo Ducale, sucking on a strawberry ice cream while peaking at women's legs and furiusly masturbating to it in the evening -- never watched hardcore porn back then as I though it was low class. This was a year before I would be heading into college, an optimist with high hopes and a libido to match. I still almost had a whole decade ahead of me before I'd hit wizard territory, and I had my hair back then. Gadni lost his virginity at 21, chances were I could just be a late bloomer, which was a comforting thought to cope with. Seeing a group of girls in those years was a pleasantly thrilling experience, the ones with their ears sticking out and buck teeth seemed attainable and therefore even more fuckable, I lusted after all of them young and mature, my apetite was insatiable, it was also the thing I miss the most about that time --
--This turned around in the senior year in college, making it a virgin was a killer blow to my morale as it would be to any man. I went into panick mode at first, waking up at night with my heart pounding, I would be hyperventilating, with my inner voices tormented me "did I just make it though 4 years of college without any meaningful romantic interaction?" No girls or wild parties like the movies showed. How could this happen? Looking back, retroactively, those years seem like months, with nothing happening in between them. I was back home, far from the beautiful mediteranean sea, my youth was expiring, and it took a toll on my desire.
Just a year ago I was compelled to watch porn by pure instinct, now I was watching porn trying reignite the flames of a dying libido.
Looking back at it in retrospect it was pure fantasy that fueled my sex drive back in the day, the sheer optimism of a possible romantic adventure waiting around the corner kept the flames of desire burning in me, it made me feel alive and virile. Funnily, losing sexual desire as an incel should be a relief, but it's not, its a melancholic experience. Or to paraphrase Lacan: thing worst that can happen is not a desire fulfilled, but a loss of desire itself, to stop desiring at all.
--This turned around in the senior year in college, making it a virgin was a killer blow to my morale as it would be to any man. I went into panick mode at first, waking up at night with my heart pounding, I would be hyperventilating, with my inner voices tormented me "did I just make it though 4 years of college without any meaningful romantic interaction?" No girls or wild parties like the movies showed. How could this happen? Looking back, retroactively, those years seem like months, with nothing happening in between them. I was back home, far from the beautiful mediteranean sea, my youth was expiring, and it took a toll on my desire.
Just a year ago I was compelled to watch porn by pure instinct, now I was watching porn trying reignite the flames of a dying libido.
Looking back at it in retrospect it was pure fantasy that fueled my sex drive back in the day, the sheer optimism of a possible romantic adventure waiting around the corner kept the flames of desire burning in me, it made me feel alive and virile. Funnily, losing sexual desire as an incel should be a relief, but it's not, its a melancholic experience. Or to paraphrase Lacan: thing worst that can happen is not a desire fulfilled, but a loss of desire itself, to stop desiring at all.
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