- December 15th, 2012, 11:16 am
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Okay, I didn't want to say this; but I met some porn stars and people who work in that area, and none of them are happy … I have met hundreds. Isn't THAT what it's all about? The state of our joy, ego, and sanity? That's why I say art is irrelevant. One of the girls I met got cancer in her ovaries, because she was a prostitute; I found nothing but misery among all women I interviewed. Granted, some of them I slept with … there I said it … and you know … it almost destroyed me. Let's face it, some porn and sex acts are just destructive, whether they're art or not. But then I met Jesus, and he changed my life; I rue the day of my weaknesses; and all the women I talked to about it do too, whether they posed as porn stars or were working the streets. They all cried when I talked to them about it … art … I don't think so … just sin. But the women who posed nude for real art; they were always happy … well most of them; because their bodies convey a message. That's why I dare call myself “WhiteDragon,” because I lost a lot while I was making the wrong decisions; now I have everything, because I believe in Christ. The only nudity you'll find on my computer is religious art, with religious connotations; and every picture means something to me. My life is so different since I chose to stop doing what is wrong … I have a godly joy … which was what I was trying to explain. And let me tell you loving someone can never replaced by any porn. I met a girl and I lost her; but she lives on in my heart; after five years I still love her. The battle is difficult my friends, but doing what is right is very, very, very rewarding.
Someone asked me earlier “am I getting any” … No, I lost my beloved, and I can't move on … but when I think of her; it's like we're still together; I won't defile her memory with the lusts of this world. Now laugh at me when I say this, but being with God is better than being with any women; and if you can find a women who believes too; … well that's why I can't move on … I saw the universe in my girlfriend's eyes; I saw the Spirit in her eyes, impaling me like spears, that goes beyond art. I was the richest man when she lived, now I'm sad, but still much more richer … she led me to Christ. And then I asked myself one day … what if my beloved was a porn star or a prostitute … and I never touched that kind of porn again. Those of you who know real love, will understand this wisdom.
We see porn as stimulating, but I once wrote a different poem, and didn't even have this in mind: Think of a flower and a women: “I bring forth colours pleasant to peer, / but dyed with too a sad story to hear.” The people making porn, are bitterly seldom happy doing it; it's unethical. I told you all a lot about myself just now; I hope my testimony will not be in vain. Hate me, love me; judge me, admire me … but please try and open your hearts, before you get hurt like me too.
We are a frozen spirit; our thoughts a cloud of droplets; different oceans and ages brood inside – where spirit sublimates. To some our words, an acid rain, to some it is too pure, to some infectious, to some a cure.