Drew Nellins Smith Quotes

Real men don't need porn.

I couldn't help wondering what it was that made me not good enough. It was a familiar feeling. I'd had it off and on my entire life.

Greg had told me on the ride over that there was another organisation called SLAA, which stood for Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous. He didn't know the difference between the two, but this was more conveniently located, and anyway love wasn't his addiction.

These insatiable cocksuckers have transcendent experiences giving head. They're happiest when they're at it. It's amazing. You can't believe it when you connect with one of them. It's simultaneously incredibly fun and mildly terrifying, particularly when you imagine all the legs they've sat between on the floor, just there to perform a service. Don't mind me.

I'd learn over time to insist on chatting by phone before hooking up. It was prudent, I thought, to see if the guy sounded like the type who might ejaculate and then murder me in the throes of shame, or lock me in his basement for the remainder of my life, or hold me down and rape me. Or drill holes in my head and inject boiling water and hydrochloric acid into my brain, the way Jeffrey Dahmer did with his hook-ups to try and turn them into sex zombies.

People appeared to have no clue how truly horrible they were.

It goes without saying that a great majority of men are sex addicts, or would be if they could manage to get laid.

The longer I went to the arcade, the more it felt like a study in rejection. It certainly wasn't a place one went to forget one's shortcomings.

One of the great gifts of the arcade was the way it put us all on the same level.

There is such insane variety within the world of male genitalia.

In a forum online I saw a thread about favourite smells. There was the usual stuff about fresh cut grass, babies, and whatever, but slowly a controversial contingent arose which named the smell of their own balls as their favourite aroma.

I am sometimes in awe of all that I have been exposed to culturally that I never would have discovered if not for the pursuit of sex or sexual gratification. I think of all the movies I watched when I was young simply because I thought I might glimpse a nude body.

That was the moment when I knew I was in real trouble, that I might really be the kind of person you weren't supposed to be.

It bothered me that we behaved differently when other people were at the arcade. It bothered me that we had to be different at different times. I wished we could always be ourselves.

Late at night especially, one's standards could slip unimaginably.

Once in a while I found myself actually slipping in cum, skidding around the tiny space praying to find traction before I landed in a puddle of some stranger's gooey discharge.

What exactly are you looking for in a job? Like, what's your best-case scenario for a new career?"
"I haven't really thought that far. The best-case scenario is just that I look back on this entire era of my life and laugh and say, 'What a weird time that was. I can't believe I did that.

They were looking at videos, and the woman was giggling quietly, as they often do in porn stores, unable to believe what they're seeing, the monuments men have built to vaginas and to the very notion of sex.