Are there any books that would help me abandon lust, or any other feeling that elicit me to seek the company - real or imaginary, emotional or physical, actual or simply trough the medium of cute internet images - of women?
Are there any books that would help me abandon lust...
OP is (an aspiring) faggot
i woke up today in mind of posting the exact same thread except for the awful -digression-
I don't care for men, outside of purely intellectual exchanges. The problem is that the idea of "women" is stealing me too much cerebral energy.
Yeah, I already had sex, you can skip this answer.
try castration like Origen, you sound like one of them Desert Fathers faggots anyway, perhaps only secularized
>"Oh, how many times did I, set in the desert, in that vast solitude parched with the fires of the sun that offers a dread abiding to the monk, how often did I think myself back in the old Roman enchantments. There I sat solitary, full of bitterness; my disfigured limbs shuddered away from the sackcloth, my dirty skin was taking on the hue of the Ethiopian's flesh: every day tears, every day sighing: and if in spite of my struggles sleep would tower over and sink upon me, my battered body ached on the naked earth. Of food and drink I say nothing, since even a sick monk uses only cold water, and to take anything cooked is a wanton luxury. Yet that same I, who for fear of hell condemned myself to such a prison, I, the comrade of scorpions and wild beasts, was there, watching the maidens in their dances: my face haggard with fasting, my mind burnt with desire in my frigid body, and the fires of lust alone leaped before a man prematurely dead. So, destitute of all aid, I used to lie at the feet of Christ, watering them with my tears, wiping them with my hair, struggling to subdue my rebellious flesh with seven days' fasting."
have sex
OP The reason you have uncontrollable lust is because you have no standards, as evidenced by you posting this same girl(and I use that term loosely) everywhere who isn't even fit to be a breeding bitch for Michael Vick's Pitbull business
Jesus, I’d gladly drag my dick through two miles of glass shards and spikes just to hold this girl’s hand.
Read the Bible.
You're a weeb