<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090314620515857631</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:06:19.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted in America</title><subtitle type='html'>one man's battle with sexual addiction</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7090314620515857631/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedinamerica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Addicted in America</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899703173470157065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090314620515857631.post-2515141918747868173</id><published>2009-08-06T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:13:42.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 1 and DAY 2 - again</title><content type='html'>I skipped my last blog updates because of my decision to stumble again. After getting online two nights ago, I revisited one of the video chat rooms I used to log into quite regularly and, pardon the phrasing, 'got off'. In no way am I proud of this, least so that I must start the count over again. I am now sitting at Day 2 yet another time.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for my somewhat depressed mood, but a confessional journal rarely excites the writer. Thus far, I can only tell you of my failures. Of course, I won't have truly succeeded until the day I die and all of this can be put behind me. Until then, I'll keep posting and keep trying -- even if no one out there is even reading this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7090314620515857631-2515141918747868173?l=addictedinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/2515141918747868173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedinamerica.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-1-and-day-2-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7090314620515857631/posts/default/2515141918747868173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7090314620515857631/posts/default/2515141918747868173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedinamerica.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-1-and-day-2-again.html' title='DAY 1 and DAY 2 - again'/><author><name>Addicted in America</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899703173470157065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090314620515857631.post-2875423320915409758</id><published>2009-08-03T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:19:36.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 3</title><content type='html'>Here I am sitting on the third day, quite successfully. Before I get ahead of myself, I need to remember that the day is far from over. I wish I could speed up this process, but I think it's going to be one incredibly long road of travelling that I won't stop walking until the day I die. My hope is that I walk right on through my dating life (once it starts), my (hopeful) wedding day, and straight into the arms of my Father on that fateful day.&lt;br /&gt;One more step. God, I never want to stop taking this individual steps toward You. Easier said than done...and that's an understatement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7090314620515857631-2875423320915409758?l=addictedinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/2875423320915409758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedinamerica.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7090314620515857631/posts/default/2875423320915409758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7090314620515857631/posts/default/2875423320915409758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedinamerica.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-3.html' title='DAY 3'/><author><name>Addicted in America</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899703173470157065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090314620515857631.post-5063025188010610937</id><published>2009-08-02T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:15:09.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 2</title><content type='html'>After logging onto the chat userplane that I normally use when searching for someone to jack off with, I made the decision to log off. At first, I viewed this night as a failure. It was only Day 2, and I was already getting back online with the intent to fall. However, then I realized that it was, in fact, merely intent. Temptation was knocking at my door. I could have opened it wide, but instead shut it when I hit that 'X' in the top righthand corner of my screen and proceeded to lock it as I hit the power button. It may not be perfection, but it's definitely something. I'm claiming victory over Day 2, and that's more than I can usually say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7090314620515857631-5063025188010610937?l=addictedinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/5063025188010610937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedinamerica.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7090314620515857631/posts/default/5063025188010610937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7090314620515857631/posts/default/5063025188010610937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedinamerica.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-2.html' title='DAY 2'/><author><name>Addicted in America</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899703173470157065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090314620515857631.post-6151293437636151026</id><published>2009-08-01T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:02:09.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 1</title><content type='html'>I made the decision to delete all previous posts in an attempt to clear myself of my past. Every night, I log on and plug into the world of cyber sex. It, without a doubt, is addicting. My mission is to put a stop to this.This journal is my confessional. Through it, I will conquer my addiction. Yes, I am willing to admit I am addicted to sexual expression: pornography, roleplay, webcam, masturbation, and homosexuality. At my young age, I have already ruined myself. I long for a wife and to one day have children, but today I feel I am less of a man than any woman deserves. Sexual immorality is my biggest struggle, but salvation is my exodus. God, save me.Hello, world. My name is AddictedinAmerica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7090314620515857631-6151293437636151026?l=addictedinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/6151293437636151026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedinamerica.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7090314620515857631/posts/default/6151293437636151026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7090314620515857631/posts/default/6151293437636151026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedinamerica.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-1.html' title='DAY 1'/><author><name>Addicted in America</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03899703173470157065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
