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“The more sensual we get, the less appetite for sinning we have. Most of us have been told the opposite. I mean, you cannot get me to like or watch porn even if you promised to pay me a million dollars. I have no appetite whatsoever for it. In fact, I’m completely repulsed by it. It is so not aligned with my sensuality that the sight of it nauseates me. I literally get an urge to vomit, and I’m not exaggerating. Something weird just happens in my body, and it’s got nothing to do with shame but sensuality. You see, sensuality is pure and holy, something many of us are yet to realize.”

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