How to End Your Own Lust

A Field Manual for Men Who Are Sick of Being Slaves to Their Dicks

Bro.

Stop lying to yourself. That thing between your legs isn’t a compass. It’s a leash.

And right now it’s dragging you through strip clubs, OnlyFans tabs, work crushes, your girlfriend’s best friend, the Pilates instructor, the barista with the lip ring, and every pixelated hole the internet serves on a silver platter.

You’re not “visual.” You’re possessed. You’re one double-tap away from torching your life for a dopamine hit that lasts eleven seconds and leaves you hating the man in the mirror.

You want freedom? Then kill the monster. Not negotiate. Not “manage.” Not “allow yourself one cheat day.” Murder it. Here’s the brutal playbook. No hugs. No cope. Just results.

Step one: dopamine detox, prison rules.

Your brain is a slot machine that always pays out. Break the machine. Delete every app that serves tits.

Instagram, TikTok, Twitter, Reddit, gone.

Factory reset the phone. Use a dumb brick for ninety days. No exceptions (use substack tho) If you crack, flush the SIM card and start over.

Porn? Incinerate every bookmark. Every throwaway account. Every hidden folder.

Then install a router that blocks everything except Wikipedia and tax forms.

Cold showers every morning until your balls achieve monk status. The first two weeks you’ll feel like you’re dying. Good. That’s the parasite screaming.

Step two: exhaustion protocol.

Lust needs idle hands and racing thoughts. Remove both. Train twice a day even. Deadlifts at 5 a.m., sprints at 9 p.m. No rest days for thirty days.

Sign up for Brazilian jiu-jitsu and let 135-pound women choke you unconscious.

Join a boxing gym where the coach calls you “princess” until you cry.

When your body is destroyed, your brain shuts the fuck up. Testosterone without outlet turns into focus or it turns into jail time. Choose.

Step three: financial bloodletting.

Every dollar you spend on lust is a vote for slavery.

Cancel every subscription. OnlyFans, cam sites, strip club VIP cards, all of it.

Take the money and wire it to a charity that helps sex trafficking victims.

Make it hurt. Set the transfer to recur monthly.

Now every time you think about relapsing, you picture that money saving someone instead of funding a girl who calls you “daddy” while texting her real boyfriend. Pain is the best blocker.

Step four: public execution of your ego.

Tell every bro you know the truth.

Stand up at the group chat and type: “I’m a porn addict and I’m quitting cold. Roast me if I fail.”

They will clown you for exactly three days. Then they’ll go quiet because they’re terrified you’re right.

Shame is rocket fuel when you weaponize it against yourself. Make relapse socially radioactive.

Step five: the nuclear option.

If you relapse, immediate self-destruction protocol. Shave your head bald. Tattoo “SIMP” on your left hand in Comic Sans. Post the fresh ink on every platform with the caption “I failed, restarting day 1.” Then delete social media for six months.

Just joking just joking…

Still think you can “moderate”? Cool. Keep scrolling. Keep paying. Keep waking up at 35 with a dad bod, a dead bedroom, and a search history that would make a priest quit. Keep telling yourself “it’s just a phase.”

Real men don’t manage lust. They execute it.

They bury it in a shallow grave and piss on the dirt.

They become the guy who walks past a room full of IG models and doesn’t even blink because his soul is finally louder than his dick.

That’s not celibacy. That’s sovereignty.

That’s not weakness. That’s the moment you stop renting your life and start owning it.

You’re not giving up women.

You’re giving up being a bitch to your biology.

Do the work.

Burn the bridges.

Kill the king inside you that thinks pussy is oxygen.

When you finally look up from the ashes, you’ll see the world didn’t end.

It just got a lot quieter.

And for the first time in your life, you’ll hear your own voice.

Start today.

Or keep scrolling.

Your dick doesn’t care either way.

But you should.

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