"My testicles are killing me", "My sperm cells will all die off!", and "I won't be able to have an erection ever gain!" (and erection of the penis is part of a very great mitzvah, right?)...all lies and we know it. It's just my childish, caveman-like fear talking inside me, whenever those types of thoughts come up. They are smoke screens like every one of the thousand excuses we have ever used to "just check out one more naked picture for the last time ever", "see if my skin feels 'right' down there", or "spend a little extra time in the bathroom admiring my bris".
The only real problem we have with lust is that we love the way our orgasms and fantasies feel, period! That's a real problem, now. And we are scared to death of not ever having it ever again, cuz we love it so very much. The feelings, gevalt, the feelings. they make the issue seem so real, so important, so devastating...
So? Loud and emotional lies, are still just lies. Nothing more.
We love you NeshomaTehoira!!
Hatzlocha!!