Nunca en mi vida dije tantas barbaridades en un estadio como aquel día. Encima en vez de celebrar la parada de Ferllo como alguien normal, me puse a decirle al árbitro que me comiera los huevos.
Mágica aquella tarde de viernes.
Típico alumno repelente que saca un 10 en un examen y le dice al que ha sacado un 4 que no lo ha hecho tan mal, que casi aprueba.
Todos sabemos lo que ha pensado Leclerc en ese momento…
i will make it porn addiction, i knew a guy in ohio, an old friend who said porn helped him relax... he smart, disciplined, gym, good physique, business-minded. no red flags.
then i noticed something small but serious, he couldn’t sit with silence, couldn’t stay present in conversations, he couldn’t feel desire unless it was instant and intense... real women bored him, real effort annoyed him, real intimacy felt like work.
he wasn’t addicted to pleasure, he was addicted to escape. porn didn’t ruin his life loudly, it just quietly trained him to avoid discomfort, delay and depth.
it’s quietly training people to be less human, less patient and less capable of real intimacy... that’s why society defends it so hard cos admitting it’s harmful would mean admitting we normalized a coping mechanism that slowly erodes patience, masculinity, intimacy and self-control... without ever looking like a crisis.