No, I don't watch Game Of Thrones, or anything close to it. Why? It's porn. I'm a man like any other man, and frankly, not many understand moments of weakness as well as I do. But consider it in the abstract, of itself, in this moment, under no unique duress: "Do I really want to see other people naked, having sex?" No, man. Let's be frank, though: If you counted the moments in a day where you had a thought, or even half a thought about sex, you might begin to feel embarrassed. We are human, after all. And disordered, at that. But if I'm completely honest, I don't want sex, per se; I want love. Granted, those things are not mutually exclusive, by the mercy of God. In marriage, ordained by God, a smorgasbord of good things come together under this one thing, elevated by Christ to the dignity of a sacrament of the New Covenant. I think some Christians like to believe they can watch edgier stuff, just so they can say, "I can watch the Victoria...