Tender is the heart.

There is no doubt in my mind, none whatsoever, that men who love porn are diseased misogynist bastards who hate women. True penis heads and child abusers, if not in fact, the mentality. Their fantasies are to see you humiliated, subjugated, used, dominated. They win. Just do a little Google research. Go read RAME. Sick, ugly scum, one and all. Being used. Used, used, used. The penis heads win. I don't care how much money and dope and jewelry and cars ... They win. You lose. Period. Get out!

... Because I can't live with the fact that she's a fucking pincushion, under the thumb of some smooth slimy pimp leech bastard! Is that wrong? Should I not care? Better yet: tell me how I could come to not care. I want to not care. I need to not care. You tell me how; I'll buy it. I need an antidote. This caring kills me a little more every fucking day ... Staying sober is a bitch! ... but I can't not love her. I can't. And I grieve for her. She's so much better than that. I saw her soul, you see, and it's a good soul. Good.

Histrionic Personality Disorder

"Understanding a person does not mean condoning; it only means that one does not accuse him as if one were God or a judge placed above him." - Erich Fromm