Centerfold: (n) the two middle pages of a magazine, typically taken up by a single illustration or feature.
Warily, I share. Why? Because I don’t think anyone will believe me.
I have only looked at one Playboy centerfold in my entire life.
For instance, I’ve also never looked at photographs of the Grand Canyon or gazed at a glossy of the Eiffel Tower.
Although people insist a picture is worth a thousand words, it usually barely gives me a sentence.
I like to experience.
So the one time I did peruse a totally naked woman in a centerfold of Playboy, I had two sensations:
- I was intruding.
Even though this lovely young woman signed on the dotted line to have her image splashed throughout the world, I felt it was not my business.
- I knew I would never get that image out of my mind for the rest of my life.
I can still bring it up on the old brain screen today.
So when I’m told that pornography does not affect how people think, feel or react, I must gently scoff. Of course it does. It’s why folks look at it–to be affected. To be stimulated. To be seduced by their own thoughts.
So the notion that this “romantic LSD trip” in the mind will not return when we least expect it is ludicrous.
There is a power in purity–not because it is more righteous. It’s just that purity grants us a clear head to have our own “trips”–instead of those which are photoshopped for us.