How to Quit Porn

how to quit porn pornography

by Brett

It’s been interesting to watch this series unfold this week. Though I knew it would be controversial, I wasn’t sure what to expect and how much interest there would actually be in the topic.

As it happened, the posts received massive amounts of traffic. And while there was definitely vocal opposition to the arguments I laid out, these were fewer in number than I expected. This may be partly chalked up to the fact that AoM’s readership tends to skew more traditional and religious (even though we actively welcome men from all backgrounds) – guys who are likely more interested in this topic than the general population. But I also have to think that there are tons of men – conservative and liberal alike — that aren’t completely happy with the role of porn in their lives, for whatever reason. I’ve long felt that there are a bunch of things in our culture towards which the media relentlessly presents a viewpoint that supposedly everyone shares, and people don’t feel comfortable publicly admitting that it just isn’t working that way in their own personal lives. I think the idea of porn use as harmless and casual is one of those things.

At any rate, if you’re reading this post, you or someone you know is trying to quit porn and are looking for some help in doing so. Here’s the good news: in the vast majority of cases, you don’t need expensive rehabs or retreats to rid your life of porn. As I mentioned yesterday, in reading a boatload of books and countless blog and forum postings on “porn addiction recovery,” I discovered that most of the advice given is the exact same advice therapists and cognitive psychologists offer to someone who’s trying to change a bad habit as innocuous as swearing or fingernail biting. Sure, there are a few differences, but overall, quitting porn is just like quitting pretty much any other bad habit.

An important thing to keep in mind with changing any habit — be it smoking, drinking soda, or using porn — is that there’s no magic bullet. Habit change takes time, discipline, and dedication, and the process will look a little different for each individual.

Progress isn’t linear, either. Some weeks you’ll feel like you’re well on your way to kicking the bad habit and replacing it with a new one, and others you’ll have setbacks that will make you feel like crap. That’s normal. The key is to not wallow in your setback, but to dust yourself off, and get back in the saddle.

So if you’re looking for that one thing that will solve all your problems, you won’t find it here. Most of the tips and suggestions below are likely things you already know. The only “secret” to habit implementation is having the will to follow through with your intentions. Experiment with the different tips below and find out what works for you.

Reboot and Rewire

Before we get into the specific tips and strategies for quitting porn, it’s important to know the two basic parts of the process in your brain: rebooting and rewiring.


The brain responds to the onslaught of dopamine that comes with constant and escalating porn use by reducing its number of dopamine receptors. This blunting of dopamine sensitivity may lead to problems like erectile dysfunction, delayed ejaculation, depression, and social anxiety.

“Rebooting” refers to taking a break from all artificial sexual stimuli so that the brain can restore and replenish dopamine receptors that were lost in response to the overconsumption of pornography. As Gary Wilson notes in Your Brain on Porn, rebooting is a metaphor taken from the computer world: “By avoiding artificial sexual stimulation you are shutting down and restarting the brain, restoring it to its original factory settings.” The goal of rebooting is to rediscover what your life was like before porn.

According to men who have quit and Wilson’s observations while working with these men, it may take weeks or months before you begin to see an improvement in porn-related problems. Wilson has noted two patterns of rebooting recovery: One group of men will take just 2-3 weeks before they start seeing improvements to porn-induced ED and the like. The other group, which he calls “long-rebooters,” can take 2-6 months to fully recover. The men comprising this group usually started using internet porn at a young age and have been using it for a while. During their brain resets, some long-rebooters report experiencing what they call a “flatline” in which they lose any and all interest in sex for a period of time. However, once the flatline passes, their drive for natural sexual stimulation comes roaring back…




DID you know that Google has been recording you without your knowledge?

The technology giant has effectively turned millions of its users’ smartphones into listening devices that can capture intimate conversations — even when they aren’t in the room.

If you own an Android phone, it’s likely that you’ve used Google’s Assistant, which is similar to Apple’s Siri.

Google says it only turns on and begins recording when you utter the words “OK Google”.

But a Sun investigation has found that the virtual assistant is a little hard of hearing, reports The Sun.

In some cases, just saying “OK” in conversation prompted it to switch on your phone and record around 20 seconds of audio.

It regularly switches on the microphone as you go about your day-to-day activities, none the wiser.

Once Google is done recording, it uploads the audio files to its computer servers — often dubbed “the cloud”.

These files are accessible from absolutely anywhere in the world — as long as you have an internet connection.

That means any device that is signed into your personal Gmail or Google account can access the library of your deepest, darkest secrets.

So if you’re on a laptop right now and signed into Gmail — you could have a listen.

Recordings last around 10-20 seconds on average, and a text version of the conversation is saved.

The Silicon Valley giant states on its terms and conditions that it keeps these recordings for “improving speech recognition against all Google products that use your voice”.

A spokesman told The Sun: “We only process voice searches after the phone believes the hot word ‘OK Google’ is detected. Audio snippets are used by Google to improve the quality of speech recognition across Search.”

It recently launched a smart assistant, Google Home.

Mundane voice recordings from the general public will help its artificial intelligence that runs Google Home, by teaching it how humans naturally communicate.

In simple terms: it’s a free language class for its software.

But Google is, first and foremost, an advertising company and its largest product is a targeted advert service, which it sells to the biggest brands in the world.

Billions of annual web searches, location and email data allow it to target the population with specialised marketing — and there is no reason why it couldn’t do the same with your voice data, too.

So, now for the important question: how can I listen to the sound files Google has from my life?

How can I listen back to the audio Google has recorded from my phone?

It’s pretty easy.

Unlike Apple, who does not publicise any of the voice data it stores through Siri, Google is pretty transparent — giving you full access to your audio.

First, you’ll need to be signed into your Gmail or Google account.

Once you’ve done that, type “” into your web browser.

You’ll be taken to a hub which contains your entire digital footprint, so be careful, it could make for some grim reading.

This includes Maps searches and YouTube videos you’ve watched.

Under the tab Voice and Audio Activity, you’ll find a list of recordings in chronological order.

Before you start listening, you might want to plug your headphones in.

You’ll have to listen to the cringe-worthy sounds of you buying a pack of fags in the newsagent or making small talk at the bus stop.

But there might also be all lots of salacious gossip that you wouldn’t want anybody else to hear.

You’ll be shocked to hear what it’s picked up, however…



The Haunted Mind: Nathaniel Hawthorne on How the Transcendent Space Between Sleep and Wakefulness Illuminates Time and Eternity

Nathaniel Hawthorne

“Yesterday has already vanished among the shadows of the past; to-morrow has not yet emerged from the future. You have found an intermediate space… a spot where Father Time, when he thinks nobody is watching him, sits down by the way side to take breath.”

“Something nameless hums us into sleep,” wrote the poet Mark Strand in his sublime ode to dreams“withdraws, and leaves us in a place that seems always vaguely familiar.” But where, exactly, is this part-real place of our nocturnal escape? Where do we go when we go to sleep, and what exactly happens there? Generations of scientists have labored to illuminate our complex internal clocks, how sleep regulates our negative emotions and affects our every waking moment, but in the end it is the poets who seem to capture the slippery otherworldliness of sleep with the firmest grip.

Nearly two centuries ago, and long before he rose to literary celebrity with his 1850 novel The Scarlet LetterNathaniel Hawthorne (July 4, 1804–May 19, 1864) shone a radiant beam of beauty and insight on the nocturnal consciousness.

Hawthorne owes much of his fame to the trailblazing journalist, activist, and matron saint of Transcendentalism Margaret Fuller, credited with discovering Hawthorne and advocating his work into the limelight with her poetic praise. “No one of all our imaginative writers has indicated a genius at once so fine and so rich,” Fuller wrote of the practically unknown Hawthorne in 1840. She then was one of America’s most trusted tastemakers in culture — the first and at that time only woman writing for the prestigious New York Herald, where she composed some of the finest art and literary criticism of the New World. A few years earlier, had read and loved his short story collection Twice-Told Tales (public library | free ebook), recording in her diary the impression that the book was written by “somebody in Salem,” whom she assumed to be a woman.

One of the pieces that had so enchanted Fuller was Hawthorne’s 1835 story “The Haunted Mind,” in a portion of which he contemplates the relationship between our nocturnal conscience and our waking self with uncommon poetry of understanding. Describing the surreality of being suddenly awakened from a deep dream at two in the morning, Hawthorne writes:

What a singular moment is the first one, when you have hardly begun to recollect yourself, after starting from midnight slumber! By unclosing your eyes so suddenly … you find yourself, for a single instant, wide awake in that realm of illusions, whither sleep has been the passport, and behold its ghostly inhabitants and wondrous scenery, with a perception of their strangeness, such as you never attain while the dream is undisturbed.


If you could choose an hour of wakefulness out of the whole night, it would be this.

Illustration by Judith Clay from Thea’s Tree

In that hour, he argues, we come to inhabit a world that exists partway between sleep and wakefulness, a neverland outside time itself — we are snatched from the Borgesian river of time and cast onto its strange banks. Hawthorne writes:

Since your sober bedtime, at eleven, you have had rest enough to take off the pressure of yesterday’s fatigue; while before you, till the sun comes from “far Cathay” to brighten your window, there is almost the space of a summer night; one hour to be spent in thought, with the mind’s eye half shut, and two in pleasant dreams, and two in that strangest of enjoyments, the forgetfulness alike of joy and woe. The moment of rising belongs to another period of time, and appears so distant, that the plunge out of a warm bed into the frosty air cannot yet be anticipated with dismay. Yesterday has already vanished among the shadows of the past; to-morrow has not yet emerged from the future. You have found an intermediate space, where the business of life does not intrude; where the passing moment lingers, and becomes truly the present; a spot where Father Time, when he thinks nobody is watching him, sits down by the way side to take breath.

Illustration by Tom Seidmann-Freud from a philosophical 1922 children’s book about dreaming

But the pleasant trance that seems to lift us out of time drags behind it a lurking awareness of time as the pulse-beat of existence — timelessness, sweet at first, bitters into nonexistence. Hawthorne writes:

You sink down and muffle your head in the clothes… You speculate on the luxury of wearing out a whole existence in bed, like an oyster in its shell, content with the sluggish ecstasy of inaction, and drowsily conscious of nothing but delicious warmth, such as you now feel again. Ah! that idea has brought a hideous one in its train. You think how the dead are lying in their cold shrouds and narrow coffins, through the drear winter of the grave, and cannot persuade your fancy that they neither shrink nor shiver, when the snow is drifting over their little hillocks, and the bitter blast howls against the door of the tomb. That gloomy thought will collect a gloomy multitude, and throw its complexion over your wakeful hour…




by Aaron Kesel, Contributor Waking Times

Years of research on mice proves that scientists can weaken or strengthen particular memories from the brain or outright delete inherited memories, the Guardian reported.

Scientists hope that the new discovery could potentially be used to help those with cognitive decline or post-traumatic stress disorder by removing fearful memories.

“We can use the same approach to selectively manipulate only the pathological fear memory while preserving all other adaptive fear memories which are necessary for our daily lives,” Jun-Hyeong Cho, co-author of the research from the University of California said.

The researchers used those mice to examine the pathways between the amygdala area of the brain responsible for emotional memories and the area that produces particular sounds. They played a series of low- and high-pitched tones that shocked the mice’s feet with electrodes on the high-pitched sounds.

“These mice are special in that we can label or tag specific pathways that convey certain signals to the amygdala, so that we can identify which pathways are really modified as the mice learn to fear a particular sound,” Cho said. “It is like a bundle of phone lines,” he added. “Each phone line conveys certain auditory information to the amygdala.”

The team then discovered it was possible to completely erase fearful or unwanted memories using a technique called optogenetics, while medication has been used for this purpose to remove the negative associations of some memories.

This technique involves using a virus to introduce genes into particular neurons in the brains of the mice that were involved in the “high-pitch” pathways.

Once the virus was inside the cells, the genes resulted in the production of proteins which responded to light, allowing researchers to control the activity of the neurons.

Taking mice with the fearful memories, the team exposed the neurons involved in the “high-pitch” pathway to low-frequency light – an approach which weakens the connections between the brain’s neuron transmitters.

“It permanently erases the fear memory,” Cho said. “We no longer see the relapse of fear.” ‘The fact that you can parcel out these memories and manipulate them in a predictable fashion is remarkable,’ Sumantra Chattarji, an expert on memory at the National Centre for Biological Sciences in Bangalore, India told New Scientist.

‘This was impossible a few years ago.’In another study from 2015, MIT scientist found that in animals that developed PTSD symptoms following chronic stress and a traumatic event, serotonin promoted the process of memory consolidation. When the researchers blocked the amygdala cells’ interactions with serotonin after trauma, the stressed animals did not develop PTSD symptoms, while blocking serotonin in unstressed animals after trauma had no effect.

Then earlier this year scientist from MIT and a team in Japan discovered how memories were formed simultaneously in the hippocampus and the cortex by watching how memories responded to an electric shock. In other words, one is for the present short-term and the second is for the long-term.

Scientists have also discovered that generations pass on memories to each other.

None of this is new, this is the overt or clear world scientists catching up with the black-budget scientists in bases like s4.

There was a series of CIA mind control programs including BLUEBIRD, ARTICHOKE, MKULTRA, MKSEARCH and MKNAOMI during the ’50s to ’90s. The CIA sought to blank-slate test subjects wiping memories through drugs, electric shock, high-pitched sound and other torture techniques.

Dr. Ewen Cameron was partially backed by the CIA during project MKULTRA and used electrodes to zap the memories from his unwitting patients’ brains during the 1950s. This method of torture was called “psychic driving.”

After horrendous electric shocks, drugs were given to the test subjects to put them into days of prolonged delirious sleep. Cameron would then subject them to audio tapes he made, in which he repeated certain phrases thousands of times, with the hope of producing new personalities within them.

A 2012 lawsuit filed by veterans’ groups, against the CIA and the DOD, refers to Cameron’s methods. The suit also states that two researchers, Dr. Louis West and Dr. Jose Delgado, working together under the early CIA MKULTRA subproject 95, utilized two protocols: brain implants (“stimoceivers”) and RHIC-EDOM (Radio Hypnotic Intracerebral Control-Electronic Dissolution of Memory) to program the minds of victims.

Translation: they sought to bury memories, and implant false memories that never happened.

The CIA ultimately found that stress and sleep deprivation can make people more susceptible to false memories as have other researchers.

Neuroscientists in France implanted false memories into the brains of sleeping mice in 2015. Using electrodes to directly stimulate and record the activity of nerve cells, they created artificial associative memories that persisted while the animals snoozed and then influenced their behavior when they finally woke up. MIT scientist also achieved the same result using mice in a similar experimentprior in 2013.

Meanwhile, Japanese researchers have developed a trick to implant false visions into people’s brains, altering the way they experience the world and potentially even the way they think.

The gap is decreasing from what covert science knows and what overt science knows – or the clear world and the black-budget world of military intelligence minds.

About the Author
Aaron Kesel writes for Activist Post and is Director of Content for Coinivore. Follow Aaron at Twitter and Steemit.
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Somehow We’re Still Surprised When Studies Show Married Couples Actually Have Sex

Hold on to your dick pics: A new study finds that sexting is not just the province of singletons, cheaters and sleazebags looking to hook up, but something regular everyday couples do in between farting in the car and blowing their noses very loudly while the other person is eating. Some 74 percent of Americans have admitted to actually sexting with a person they are having a relationship with. The other 26 percent must not have texting plans on their phones.

That 74 percent is significant, though — so significant, in fact, that researcher Amanda Gesselman from the Kinsey Institute, who conducted the study with menstrual app Clue, told The New York Post that “Sexting may be becoming a new, but typical, step in a sexual or romantic relationship.”

The study was big and international (like your balls). It surveyed 149,000 people in 198 countries and found not only that a lot of people in South Africa really really like sexting, but that five years ago, the number of people who admitted to sexting came in at just 21 percent. What to make of this coupled-up leap into sextual, textual spontaneity?

Are couples so desperate to improve their sex lives that they will steal from single people to appear sexually cool and with it, or is it possible that couples have always been doing sex things because they have sex—and like having sex—with each other? Hard to say, because we’ve been waging a battle between single life and ferocious pairing off for so long that it’s hard to see who’s currently ahead in the sex games.

Pervasive cultural portrayals would have us believe that single life is, in fact, the best life: Single people start their evenings at 10 p.m. wearing outfits that never even occurred to you, have scintillating, lighthearted conversations with everyone they meet, and fulfill their wildest, kinkiest fantasies every weekend with a complete stranger who is STD-free and very, very chill.

Meanwhiles, couples are engaged in a race against time to see who can get their farts out fastest before falling asleep to fart more while definitely not fucking. They are trapped and miserable, searching frantically for tips to spice it up, or pining longingly for their singlehood as if through a foggy bar window where a bunch of single people are inside, about to fuck.

Research proves that the sex frequency part is not necessarily true, though. Couples have more sex. Married people with children under the age of 6 have the most sex of anyone, roughly 81 times a year, in spite of the logistical nightmare it creates. And if you want the sexual activity pecking order after that, it follows thusly: After people with older children, married people with no kids have the next-most sex, then people who live together but aren’t married, then single people, who come in dead last.

It sounds counterintuitive, but it’s really not. It takes a lot of work to get laid. And being in a couple is basically a built-in getting-laid machine. It makes sense that couples would have more sex, just logistically—they are right there all the time and have to change clothes at least once a day. Yes, familiarity breeds contempt; lots of relationships suck.

But we overimagine the sexual adventurousness of single people: Even studies of college hookup culture indicates that those hookups happen with far less frequency than we think. What’s more, sex is typically better in long-term relationships—i.e., with someone who knows your body and is committed to getting you off.

This isn’t to suggest that some single people aren’t still getting a lot of mad, varied tail. But the proliferation of articles insisting that single people can be sexy and fabulous, aka not total losers, without a sidekick, indicates they also experience a ton of pressure to prove they aren’t miserable. We also perpetuate this in other ways: Stories abound about couples who, even though they are super happy — they swear! — still miss what it was like to have that adrenaline-pumping first part of courtship…



When My Son Became a Monk

When My Son Became a Monk
The author (right) stands with her son, the monk Tan Nisabho, and her husband. All images courtesy the author.

A mother adjusts to her son’s new way of being in the world.

By Sarah Conover
There’s a saying I’ve heard among some Western Buddhists: to lose yourself, either meditate or travel. What about doing both at once, while keeping pace with your 28-year-old son, whom you named Nathan Dale at birth but who is now Tan Nisabho, a Thai Forest monk? Long gone is the wavy cap of nut-brown hair and thick eyebrows; his gleaming skull appears and disappears like stages of the moon between his fortnightly shavings.
On those just-shaved full moon days, Tan Nisabho (Tan Po for short) looks a lot like the infant whose newborn eyes gazed unflinchingly into mine, prompting me to say aloud something utterly unexpected after he was cleaned and swaddled: “Oh! This one’s not going the normal route! A monastic!” My mother, standing beside me and looking down at his face, had a similar reaction, calling him “Old Soul.” Intuitions like these are rare, but not unheard of for mothers; I know that this first hello with my boy made it easier years later to say good-bye when he stepped on the plane to Asia with the intention of finding a monastic home to replace the one he’d grown up in.

How did Buddhism wend its way into my son’s life to prompt the radical step of ordination in his twenties? Born in Marin County, California, he began asking ontological unanswerables during toddlerhood: “How can you be sure your dreams aren’t the real life, and your real life isn’t a dream?” Indeed. We raised Nate on a menu of Buddhism lite: silent dinners using Thich Nhat Hanh’s Plum Village chanting book and an evening metta meditation; as he grew older, we initiated a Teen Dharma Circle, mostly comprising Nate’s best friends, all eager to explore the processes and contents of their minds. According to our son, these encounters with the dharma plus the fact that his parents were spiritual companions primed him. Yet the certainty that monasticism would shape his future occurred when, at 15, he read Hermann Hesse’s Siddhartha.

Keeping a couple of toes in the dharma through meditation, books, and a few retreats, our son dove into an intense courseload at Reed College in Portland, Oregon, into group sing-alongs that he convened, into love affairs and ensuing breakups, into mountaineering and all that the Northwest offers in the way of outdoor bliss. Yet during his junior year at college, he told us in private that he’d already seen enough of human suffering to know that society’s approaches to unhappiness did not address its root causes. He felt ready to pursue the life of a monk. We asked him to finish college first, just in case. Always the Golden Boy in everyone’s eyes, he had the talent, the charisma, and the smarts to pursue any career.

Now that Tan Po has been ordained for nearly five years, missing, along with his hair and every possession, is his fireplug physique. On our Skype calls between our home in Spokane, Washington, and his monastery in Thailand, I insist that he back up from the camera and turn sideways. My motherly eye assesses any further corporeal diminishment. What’s left of the old Nate? Not much. But that’s the point of monasticism, isn’t it, to cast off, bit by bit, every dimension of what we identify as self?

Monasticism is truly a world apart from the mainstream, mentally and physically; no individual leaps across that rift without leaving behind bewildered, bereft non-Buddhist friends and relatives. Tan Po’s choice necessitated relinquishing almost every aspect of his former identity, and that included his former social life. His first visit back home, for a memorial—a special leniency for a monk with less than five years of practice—was as awkward for him as it was for friends and relatives. He kept a rigid monastic schedule right in the midst of events, as his teacher had instructed him to do. Refraining from idle speech, he found he had much less in common with his friends who were now all about career and relationships. An indelible memory sticks with me of a breakfast in a Seattle restaurant with some of his friends from Reed College: staring at Tan Po’s transformation, sensing the scope of the chasm between them now, his friend Cathy sat speechless, tears dripping into her untouched food over the course of two hours.

Monastics cannot ordain without their parents’ permission, and some go to radical lengths for the go-ahead. I know monks who have refused to eat until their parents agreed to let them ordain. Western, non-Buddhist parents of monks must navigate a huge stretch in understanding between their disparate worlds. We’ve heard of many sad, befuddled, and confused families, but in general, says my son, Western parents, whether they are Buddhist or not, come around after they see how content their child is. Some Thai parents, especially the wealthy, put up considerable resistance when their sons incline toward a lifetime commitment of monasticism, trying to entice them with such prizes as a fancy car, an arranged marriage, or a top CEO job in the family business…



Identifying Nazis Is the Left’s Revenge for Years of Right-Wing Doxxing


by Miles Klee

Privacy is power. Rip that veil away and you make someone vulnerable to harassment, blackmail, physical violence, or even campaigns of remote torture that can last for years. This is the defining tenet of a practice known as doxxing, sometimes spelled with just one x, which uses information to destroy peace of mind. The term derives from ‘90s hackers who took revenge on one another by posting sensitive personal documents (or “docs”) that robbed the victim of their anonymity, exposing them to further attacks.

These days, white supremacists rank among the most popular targets. As photos from their rallies in Charlottesville and elsewhere circulate social media, armchair detectives attempt to identify and shame select individuals, often with no other lead than a face. When names go public, these people tend to at least lose their jobs, though the consequences don’t always end there. One Charlottesville marcher, Peter Tefft, was disowned by his family. Another, 21-year-old Jerrod Kuhn, was distraught to learn that an anti-fascist group out of Rochester, New York, had plastered hundreds of fliers outing him as a neo-Nazi around the nearby town of Honeoye Falls, where he lives. He claims he’s received death threats, though Peter Berkman, a representative of the antifa organization, says that they have “never at any point suggested that we’re calling for really any action against [Kuhn] or anyone he’s associated with.”

Immediately you can see the Pandora’s-box problem with doxxing as a tactic of righteous resistance: Once a person’s identity and affiliations are out there, you have no control over what other people do with that knowledge. That’s why the old-school doxxers were also given to extortion by threatening to reveal sensitive, hard-to-get phone numbers and home addresses instead of simply throwing them to the mob — in which case there’s no incentive to meet demands. When the information is summarily released without negotiation, it’s a clear invitation to the target’s enemies: Do your worst. Abortion providers, for example, struggle to prevent anti-choice elements from disseminating their personal data online, an implicit encouragement of violence, and have actually fought proposed legislation that mandates such disclosures.

Between the abortion battle, stories of people exposed for being trans or an undocumented immigrant or a sexual assault accuser, and the legacy of Gamergate — which saw anti-feminist trolls place hoax calls that sent SWAT teams to their critics’ homes — doxxing would seem a right-wing strategy firmly in step with the McCarthyist witch hunts of the 1950s.

But two factors, lately entwined by the fire of Charlottesville, speak to the left’s growing interest. The first is a well-publicized effort by the hacker collective Anonymous, in the midst of the Ferguson protests, to reveal the official rosters of the Ku Klux Klan — which some may forget was a colossal failure of bad intel and worse technique. The second is a persistent blurring of the boundary between doxxing and journalistic investigation: Many had their introduction to the doxxing concept when Newsweek controversially reportedthat the unknown inventor of the cryptocurrency Bitcoin was Satoshi Nakamoto, destroying a deliberate secrecy, and this officially launched the question of how far a magazine can push the privilege…


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