The Cost of Porn

Well, I did a financial audit of an app I used called JOI on my phone.

I started in February 2021, and I have been an active user since then.

Now, this looks like a friendly website where you can meet people all over the world. It’s fun and exciting. Totally harmless.

The app is covering up the fact that it’s a live cam site for women to expose themselves.

It’s a virtual brothel and definitely a porn site.

Now, I’m a little pissed and disappointed in myself for how I got here.

I thought my porn habit was a secret and that it was free, not harming my wallet.

But that’s simply not true. The porn habit is being exposed today with a full financial history to help those guys realize that porn isn’t free.

You’ll eventually pay.

And, I paid for it for sure.

It cost me $3,440.96 over the past five years. With a micro-transaction of $11.99 at a time.

I thought I was paying that much. But it snowballed. A payment here and a payment there.

If you can’t tell, I was obsessed with this app, especially in 2022. The peak usage out of all the other years.

It’s cheaper to get a girlfriend.

And the sex is free and real.

I’m so frustrated with myself. I knew I was paying maybe a few hundred dollars, but not 3k.

It’s crazy how your brain can completely lie to you just to keep a habit alive.

If someone had told me five years ago that I’d willingly hand over thousands of dollars to an app just to stare at a screen, I would have laughed in their face.

I would have said, “No way, I’m smarter than that.”

But that’s exactly how a high-tech trap works. It doesn’t hit you with a $3,000 bill all at once.

It bleeds you dry in silence, $11.99 at a time, hiding behind a catchy name and a clean interface.

They make it feel like you’re just buying a coffee or a cheap meal, while they actively hijack your biology and drain your bank account.

I’m human, and I fell for the illusion that digital intimacy is free.

It’s not. You pay with your attention, you pay with your time, and you definitely pay with your hard-earned money.

But seeing the cold, hard numbers today changes everything.

The mystery is gone. The illusion is dead.

I’m not carrying around any useless shame about the past, but I am keeping this anger.

I’m using this $3,440.96 receipt as an absolute shield.

The bleeding has officially stopped, the app is gone, and I am finally the one holding the wallet and directing my own life.

Let my life be a beacon of light to guide where not to go. Nihilism is evil. Life is not meaningless, so I’m not going to give myself to this porn industry anymore.