All things considered, hentai is not less bad than live porn. Hentai deadens the brain to real women. I was a slave. I got into hentai using the justification that it’s not as bad as live actors. But it didn’t take long until living, breathing women, created in the image of God, seemed boring and somewhat gross to me, while unspeakable perversions of hentai seemed interesting and arousing. By God’s grace, I am recovering, and I’m not what or where I once was. It was a huge milestone of mental healing for me when I realized that a woman in a bathing suit was attractive again. Hentai had destroyed my ability to see it. Lust after anything is still wrong, obviously, but it’s an example of just how awful and depraved hentai is. My slowly healing brain is nauseated by the remaining memories of what I’ve seen, but I am testimony to the fact that God can and DOES heal. I no longer look at porn in any form, but I have a long way to go yet. Until I no longer even feel temptation, until I have cleansed my memory of every perverse image and animation, until I can look at every woman with perfectly pure thoughts, until I lie rotting in my grave, I will keep on fighting.