Every relationship, every encounter, would get worse, would become more perverted, more faceless, more emotionless. I had been with countless men. I could fill up a notebook full of the men that I had been with.
I was addicted to pornography, I was addicted to masturbation. I was addicted to sex. I was also a heterosexual male
I remember of walking on a bridge in New York City, hearing an evil presence. As I looked over the edge of the bridge I heard a voice say, “Jump. It’ll be all over.”
I tried to live for the Lord and the Devil at the same time. I was straddling the fence, so to speak. It doesn’t work. I thought, “I can’t live it.”