For over two decades, I would wake up with an erection. I often joke that my cock is a “monster that demands to be fed.” Even when having regular sex, I enjoy porn.
I’ve also been a caffeine addict, drinking 1-2 pots of strong coffee each day. As part of a detox, I stopped drinking coffee.
The first night I slept sixteen hours. The second night, fourteen. For the next several days my mind was sluggish and my body was weak. Dead lifting 50 pounds less than last week’s weight felt twice as hard.
I also become impotent.
Nothing could get me up. My horny girlfriend kept nagging me for sex. I told her, “Look at it. It won’t move. Try if you want, but nothing is going to happen.”
She couldn’t do anything to turn me on. I laughed.
There was no insecurity or apologies. I didn’t have “performance anxiety.” Nor was I upset. My cock and I are great friends. We go way back, and I understood that the detox was depriving him of his usual nutrients.
I thought it was funny. “You don’t turnn me on anymore. Let’s just be brothers and sisters.”
In truth, I didn’t even achieve an erection from porn. Impotence was amazing.
Being impotent gave me a chance to experiment with Buddha’s philosophy. Buddha, like other monks and ascetics, believed that all human suffering was caused by desire.
If we simply stopped wanting things, we’d stop suffering. Thus, Buddha’s Four Noble Truths:
1. Suffering exists
2. Suffering arises from attachment to desires
3. Suffering ceases when attachment to desire ceases
4. Freedom from suffering is possible by practicing the Eightfold Path
As an impotent man, I no longer desired sex. My “attachment to desire ceased.” I was thus free from the suffering of my cock’s extreme sexual urges.
Four days later and my cock is back to normal. Having lived the Buddhist’s Paths, I can tell you something.
Desire feels great, because desire compels you to action. The man who wants nothing is moved to accomplish nothing.
My swollen loins inspire me to get out of bed and into the gym. The same circulatory and endocrine systems that power my erections fuel my body with rage.
Rage feels good. Hate feels good. Contemplating the destruction of another person feels awesome.
Pleasure is a great thing. The freedom from desire impotence gave me was nothing compared to the pleasure of an orgasm.
Buddha was a revolting beta male who quit life because he was too afraid to suffer, strive, and accomplish.