My Generation Fell Victim to PLAYBOY

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Pornography as Social Engineering

At age 68, I am only starting to understand the harm 

I did to myself by my youthful addiction to PLAYBOY.

It wasn’t called sex addiction then but it was. 

PLAYBOY made me see women in terms of my sexual desire.  

When you dehumanize them, you cannot relate to them in human terms. 

Paradoxically you are less likely to succeed. Were the Illuminati responsible for

spreading this dysfunction?  Did they deliberately destabilize male-female 

relationships by making us focus on appearance & sex, like homosexuals?

Part 1- PLAYBOY and the (Homo) Sexual Revolution 

by Henry Makow Ph.D.

(Revised and updated from Nov. 2001.)

In the rearview mirror, it’s now clear porn is used as a form of political and spiritual seduction 

I doubt if women were always seen as sex objects. They had to sexualize women. PLAYBOY undressed the “girl next door.” 

PLAYBOY was presented as advanced thinking. But in retrospect, it was really social engineering.  With messianic fervor, Playboy took its message of sexual freedom to the American male who, in the 1950’s and 1960’s, still consecrated sex for marriage. But the freedom was illusory. Playboy’s aim was to undermine marriage and hook men on sex for its own sake.

To do this, they had to prevent them from finding true satisfaction in marriage. In Judith Reisman’s words, “Playboy was the first national magazine to exploit college men’s fears of women and family commitment. Playboy offered itself as a reliable, comforting substitute for monogamous heterosexual love.” (“Soft Porn Plays Hardball,” p 47)


At age 11 in 1961, magazine pictures of women showing cleavage or leg had a magical quality for me. Pretty soon, my friends were stealing PLAYBOY from newsstands. I was also tempted.

With some trepidation, I approached my father. In the spirit of the times, (“sex is natural, repression is bad”) he bought me a copy. Pretty soon I was a subscriber, in more ways than one.


My father’s decision vastly increased my trust and confidence in him. But sex became a religion in my imagination. Sex was something sacred that took place between angelic creatures in secluded garrets. The beautiful buxom centrefolds pasted on the inside of my closet doors filled me with near-religious awe.

PLAYBOY packaged this religion of sex. There was no interest in real women as flawed human beings. The subjects of love, marriage, children, and aging were ignored or disparaged. There was nothing about true masculinity and femininity. The religion of sex was curiously asexual.

Nevertheless, it took over my subconscious. My erotic dreams often involved PLAYBOY pictures. I can relate, albeit in milder terms, to porn addict “Mike” who wrote on this site that he prefers packaged porn to real sex.



Women who were not beautiful became invisible. I could not take them seriously. My first wife was plain looking. She had spoken to me twice before we became neighbors at the university library. I had absolutely no recollection.

The fixation on physical beauty was psychologically emasculating. How did I approach someone when I was mesmerized by their beauty? Attractive women remained mystical goddesses. I put them on a pedestal. I was too needy. I couldn’t see women as human beings inside a  shiny shell.

I lost touch with my masculine identity, my feelings, and critical faculties. I wanted love but didn’t know how to get it.

I was part of the (homo) sexual revolution, part of a generation of sexual fashion victims. Despite the example of my father, I didn’t grasp the eternal model of masculinity: A man leads and looks after the woman and children he loves.

Unconsciously, men and women are still looking for this kind of relationship. But with feminism, a lesbian philosophy teaching women to usurp the male role, both sexes are lost. I, for one, had no identity, goal, or motivation. I spent my time looking for them in social action and eastern religion.

I married the average looking woman because I was NOT obsessively attracted to her. I was tired of being ruled by my desire. She was a feminist with a career, allowing me to pursue my own interests. Eventually, inevitably, I hungered for more.

I fell in love with a beautiful insecure young woman who exploited my idealization by maintaining a facade. I divorced my wife and lived with this woman for six years. For a long time, she infatuated me. My love was totally giving, in the hope of securing her love. Mature love is demanding; she would have responded to that.

My book, A Long Way to Go for a Date chronicles my slow and painful emergence from immaturity and arrested development. I am now happily married because I belatedly discovered masculine identity

I missed the opportunity to have a normal family. I have only one son from my first marriage. The social engineers scored a victory with me, and countless other men like me. 


In normal heterosexuality, sex is reserved for the courtship and procreation stage. With parenthood, sex becomes less important. Thanks to porn, we are being re-engineered to behave like homosexuals, to have anonymous sex, and to never marry or have children.

Instead of families, we have sex. Sex from cradle to grave with multiple partners. Sex. Everywhere you look. All the time. Like many homosexuals, we suffer from arrested development. 

Marriage is not having to impress a new person constantly. People are actually looking for love, not sex. Sex is just a facsimile, a way of expressing love. It is empty if there is no love to express.

The habit of grading females in terms of sex appeal is hard to break. There is something exhilarating about a lithe beautiful woman in the prime of life. I rationalize that my DNA is clamoring for a new vehicle.  But I am too old to have a baby.

Maybe DNA is our real identity and our “life” are mere ripples on the waters of eternity. 

 Beauty is just skin deep. Women, like men, are ordinary human beings struggling for meaning and direction in our toxic culture. 

Related — “Playboy and the (Homo) Sexual Revolution”

“Why All Porn is Gay”

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