My dad caught me with porn. I had downloaded a bunch of pdf files from something awful's hub the other night, and i was putting them all onto a usb drive because adobe is messed up on my machine. Among them were articles on lock picking, hand to hand combat, seducing women, and karma sutra.
so i'm in the hallway outside my room, carrying a scanner to the porch, looking for my sister to tell her we're going to ebay it, and my dad is just standing around seeing what's going on. My computer beeps. He says "your computer is beeping". I knew it was windows telling me it couldn't move all the pdf files onto the usb drive, and I said something like it was shutting down. But of course he's nosy so he goes into my room, I move ahead of him and turn on the screen so i can take care of it. It's a fucking popup that happens usualy around startup (I had just restarted). "Would you like to view avalible upgrades for Sonic Products?" I don't know what the hell it is. But in the background, the file transfer window shows one of the pdf files in transit - the karma sutra one specificialy.
This is the first time I was ever caught and cornered with anything questionable like that. When my dad told my mother, and he went upstairs, the first thing she asked me "Is it straight or gay?" and since I hadn't even looked at the file, I told her what my other 1.47 gigs of porn on my hd was - straight.
So I got an earful last night and this morning, got called a backsliding hellbound sinner (which I am), and the last thing I did before I went to bed (of course, after dad prayed with me and I tried to pray on my own) was to sign up for the 24 free issues of Stuff with my brother-in-law's address across town, just in case my dad made good on his promise to shut down the internet for good.
I can't help being attracted to the bodies of beautiful women. My father says its sewage that will destroy and corrupt your soul. My mother just said that it created desires that you couldn't fufil and would just frustrate you. I feel lust is a sin, but that pretty much ever christian I know is sinful, so I strugle with it but I guess I do it anyway. It's something I've thought about far deeper than just my dad blowing up and making it the end of the world. It's harder to feel like it matters when Friday night we had a fight because he was lonely and threw a fit, Saturday there was another stupid fight, and we go through this shit usualy twice a week.
Meanwhile I have to call this girl in about an hour, she didn't answer the phone this afternoon or awhile ago, guess she was working. I'll at least try to hear her talk before i say fuck it no more phone tag.