Porn is, by its nature, an abuse of sex, a technological simulacrum of what should be a deep connection with another human being, a dance of heaven and earth turned into a pitiful, mechanical urge.
I won’t deny what some call benefits, but those are, I find, the good intentions leading to Hell. There is no use of porn that does not, logically, lead to a sexual enslavement.
If you were to treat any other desire besides sex in the same way, you’d see it my way: Bulimia comes to mind, trying to have the pleasure of the thing without the consequences of the thing, trying to grasp the symbol of the good while being terrified of the actual good it represents. It is, in that sense, a cousin to abortion, though abortion actually kills another person, porn is at least the symbolic killing of what should be a spouse, the replacement of a person with a thing.
Unlike having a drink and a cig, or a blunt as the case may be, even “moderate” and “responsible” uses of porn are wrong because porn inherently works against the good that sex is. Weed, tobacco, alcohol, sex, are the gifts of God, but they can be misused. Sex is for something; it is the literal enactment of love. Love, real love, must involve another person. To take away the other person and replace it with an idol, that mirror of your own desires which we call porn, is to worship demons.
This is the condensation of the main points of a conversation that started here:
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