Porn Fighter Goes Back on the War Path

When i was 12, while employed as a janitor, i discovered dirty magazines and posters hidden away in the broom closet of my father's jet boat production facility in looston, idaho. The pornographic materials were essentially just pin up girls posing in bakinis or tastefully nude but found it all intriguing none the less. It wasn't until after my twin boys were toddler age that i really stepped back and analyzed whether i wanted to be raised by a father who was incapable of finding deep, meaningful satisfaction with his wife alone. I found myself unable to even become sexually roused without incorporating some kind of fringed pornographic media. And for reasons i'll explain later in this chapter, over