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If I seem obsessed with the sexual exercises I’m pushing this NNN, it’s only because I’ve seen their effects. Guys who develop strong connection to and control over their own sexual response exude a certain calm, playful swagger. Girls who do likewise glow with a relaxed, self-contained sexiness. I want you – yes, you reading this right now – to experience that.

Pornoculture sands its victims down to a state of permanent sexual insecurity where they reflexively numb and isolate themselves during sex. It’s induced sexual narcissism, where the image of desire is substituted for desire itself. They neither truly feel nor fuck, but issue commands to their bodies as though from a distance, sensation muffled, connection clamped. (If you’re thinking “yeah, fuck Pornhub!”, understand that porn itself is only a small part of pornoculture’s insidious machinery.) Not the greatest lovers, to say the least.

I want men and women to retake sex, to be able to express themselves in the way they happily boink each others’ pair-bonded brains out. That is this experiment’s mission – if it helps even one soul a single inch of the way there, it’ll have been successful.