john rah essay

Masturbation
If this was the first article you clicked, you are too much influenced by our religious culture. Even if it wasn't, most of us have been somewhat terrorized in the subject of sex. With our without a partner.

I've know people who don't, or say they don't, take it upon themselves to give pleasure to themselves. Either they had sex in abundance or they didn't like masturbating.

Perhaps it won't work when needed. As if there will be one chance at center stage and one is left with an empty sack. In the case of men. Go blind. Many stories.

Mostly, we learn weird things about sexuality. That it is dirty. And clean is better. Dry and sterile. Like in a big supper market. Shopping mall. The big shopping market can be appealing. But hardly soothing.

I often miss the border line on masturbation. If masturbation is playing with one's self, there is masturbation in many of the things one does. Writing down thoughts, with the assumption that thoughts are something which makes it worth ignoring other tasks, such as a full time job, well then, like a friend said when I asked her when or how much she masturbated.

"Always."

Which might translate to a great deal of foreplay.

Perhaps this perhaps that.

One can speculate much. Still for many people it is simply something, one of the things, they do when the desire arises. Sometimes one finds other things to desire. Or humans.

And desire is what we are about.
There have been those who'd have us doubt.
They hide behind conviction walls.
They take the power and make the calls.

Anything one chooses to do.

Wanker.

I remember meeting some rather heavy set and bearded drag nuns in Toronto. On roller skates. Amusing, if one wasn't offended by sacrilege. Burdened with holy rules. They had a mission, the bearded nuns. The mission, as far as I remember, was, is, to teach people to forget quilt and shame.

They, guilt and shame, may have served a purpose to keep hoards modest when it was believed the hoards should believe God dealt out disease. Guilt was used, and is used, to put a lid on sex.

Now we know that disease can be transmitted through sex. When one has a partner or more, circumstances demand precautions.

Maybe if a few hip hoppers made it hip for kids not to worry so much about shame and quilt. God and Church could be left to the history books. The taboo could be lifted and being a wanker wouldn't be such a big deal. Like enjoying a long bath. Or an hour in the spring sun. A good fuck or go fuck with yourself.

I ain't going to give no tips. Everyone should feel free to do it how they please.

The world is dirty and full of life. We are one of the parts.

If you feel like entertaining yourself, with yourself. Do it up. Just don't wear your arms out doing it.

There are other things.

And ways.

And people.