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When I told people I wasn’t masturbating for 30 days, their response was unanimous: “Why?” No one responded, “That sounds interesting!” or “Jolly good for you!” I only got confused, inquisitive, weirded-out Why’s.
In June of this year ( 2018 & today is September 24, 2018 ) , anyways ,,, My girlfriend back then was getting to be a super bitch , with Bipolar When I met her then last year ,,, very very early menopause at such a young age ,, I'm just super glad we didn't live together ,she wanted too, but NNOOO ,, I didn't want to , If you knew her you would know why ... Well , when she got menopause ,, WWWOOOWWW ,,, anyways , before she got MP ,, she was the Most horniest woman I have ever met , the sex was , wwwwwoooowww , & when she gave me a blowjob which was like 4 times a week & I blew my load in her mouth , I was getting to the point where I was ready to pass-out because it felt Soooooooooo Great &&&&&&&& she just kept sucking ..... OK OK OK , Well , when she got MP. I didn't even know who she was ,, as for sex , it went from like 1 - 2 - 3 times a day ,, down to 0 - 0 - 0 - times in like 6 months .. them I was getting pissed off big time because ,, I have a girlfriend & I have not had sex in over 6 months but masturbate like crazy . So I want to know more about MP so I googled it & HOLY FU*K .. There was 34 Menopause Symptoms ,, plus it could last 4 to 15 years .. NO NO NO NO , this Polish boy is not going to be jackin his cock for many years to come .. By the way , I read the 34 Symptoms & O M FU*KING G ,, Here they are Hot Flashes , Night Sweats , Irregular Periods , Loss of Libido , Vaginal Dryness , Mood Swings , Fatigue , Hair Loss , Sleep Disorders , Difficulty Concentrating ,Memory Lapses ,, Dizziness , Weight Gain,(( I didn't care about weight gain because I like bigger women anyways )) , Incontinence ,Bloating , Allergies , Brittle Nails , Changes in Odor , Irregular Heartbeat , Depression , Anxiety , Irritability , Panic Disorder , Pains , Breast Pain , Headaches , Burning Tongue , Electric Shocks , Digestive Problems , Gum Problem , Muscle Tension , Itchy Skin , Tingling Extremities &&&&& Osteoporosis ....WWWOOOWWW ,, that's a lot , the only ones I didn't like was #1-NO SEX #2-Mood Swings #3-Depression , the other ones I didn't care about .. So , when I talked to her on the phone , I said that , We Needed A Break . What I mean when I tell a women ,, “ We Need A Break” is the cowardly way of me ending the relationship . So , what do I do when I got the itch , Started masturbating like crazy , I had to slow down big time OK , On With The Story ....
Also, I was damn curious. A group of Reddit users reported heightened testosterone production, attractiveness to lovers, and creative productivity - after only 7 days of abstaining. They claimed the male body goes into hyperdrive to create a baby, and if not a baby, to create something.
The logistical ease, coupled with the promise of increased productivity, tripled with a writer’s perverse incentive to seek out painful and challenging scenarios so they have something to write about, answers the Why’s ,,, of my friends. What happened? That's When I Told Myself , I wasn’t masturbating for 30 days ....
Below are daily field notes and a difficulty scale, documenting what happened to my body and mind when it was deprived of its singular evolutionary purpose.
Not Masturbating Difficulty Scale (0-10)
0 - mastur-what?
1 - oh, masturbation
2 -i guess that could be fun
3 - sounds really cool, but i’m busy
4 - man, must be nice to be able to masturbate
5 - i would really rather not be not masturbating
6 - i’m a fuc*ing idiot
7 - why on God’s green earth am i doing this to myself?
8 - i need to explode ASAP
9 - my penis is sending death threats to my brain
10 - i want to put my semen in everything
Day 1
Day 1 was quite easy. Like a New Year’s Resolutions in January, I was so filled with purpose that I breezed through the day without significant temptation. I did hear a hip-hop song with the lyric “grab your business,” which reminded me of the experiment and led to ever so slight arousal.
Difficult Rating: 2
Day 2
Today was slightly more difficult, but still easy. My usual masturbation , of like 2-3 times a day, so I didn’t expect the first few to be too challenging. I was reading the Third Edition of J.M. Roberts’ “History of the World” since I’m pretty rusty on all history pre-1600, and $4 seemed like a bargain for the written record of mankind. Turns out that history involves a lot of sex, so my experiment was slightly threatened.
Difficult Rating: 3
Day 3
I snapped a photo of a passage in “History of the World” I liked, which reminded me that I had done the same yesterday with a passage that aroused me, and remembering that arousal aroused me. I then wrote this down in an iPhone note, and writing the word “excited” excited me.
Around lunchtime, I recalled the experiment in a rational way, not a sexual one. I made a note of this in my phone, but when I wrote the word “sexual,” it aroused me.
It was a very meta-masturbatory day.
Difficult Rating: 5
Day 4
Nothing to note. A surprisingly easy day squeezed in between two difficult ones.
Difficult Rating: 2
Day 5
Today, I considered quitting. I questioned why I was doing it, depriving myself of this tiny joy, and started to envision what quitting after 5 days or 7 days would look like. But I did not fail. I courageously pressed on.
Difficult Rating: 8
Day 6
I started to put together the structure of this piece, converting iPhone notes to the words above. The very act of writing about NOT masturbating caused me to think A LOT about masturbating. I began to bargain with myself and consider loopholes in my experiment. Does “not masturbating” mean “not orgasming,” so am I permitted to touch myself just not to completion? Or is that somehow crueler to my body? Is it playing with fire, or does it reveal the strength of my will? Is looking at sexy photos itself a sort of masturbation? Wikipedia laid down the law:
Masturbation: a definition.
Masturbation is the sexual stimulation of one’s own genitals for sexual arousal or other sexual pleasure, usually to the point of orgasm.
I wonder if this experiment would be easier if I wasn’t writing about it.
Difficult Rating: 4
Day 7
The hardest part about not masturbating on Day 7 was whenever I talked to a women , I had to censure myself from saying, “I want to put my penis inside you.”
I felt in profound physical pain, not just in or near my penis and testes, but in and around my entire stomach and gut. In a moment of weakness, I considered giving up.
“A week of not masturbating is an achievement!” Penis said to Brain. “If someone can do something for a week, that’s a long time!” “It is an achievement,” Brain conceded, “but it’s not the achievement you set out to achieve.” “Fu*k you, Brain,” Penis cursed.
Caught in between my bickering penis and brain, I survived, the sun set, and the experiment carried on.
Difficult Rating: 10
Day 8
During a particularly trying moment, I sexually stimulating my genitals but did not approach the point of orgasm (to use Wikipedia’s sterile lexicon). By many metrics, this might be masturbation, but for the sake of our experiment, we’ll continue on and simply not do this again.
Masturbation: A revised definition.
Masturbation is the sexual stimulation of one’s own genitals for sexual arousal or other sexual pleasure, [DELETE: usually] to the point of orgasm.
Difficult Rating: 7
Day 9
Went To The Beach , Very Hot Day ,,, BUT ,,,, Big Mistake , 2 Piece Bikinis all over the beach , Such beautiful woman as I watched them walk by , Big Women , Normal Size Women , Small Women , Puffy Nipples , I Could Smell There Pussy , Small Cameltoe Pussy , Fat Cameltoe Pussy , Fat Nipples , Little Nipples , Fat Pussy , Small Pussy , Fat Small Tits , Fat Tits Hard Hard Nipples , Hard Pussy & Hard Tits , Puffy Cameltoe , Puffy Pussy , Puffy Tits Slim Chick , Slim Pussy Small Small Chicks , Small Nipples Small Puffy Nipples , Small Puffy Tits , You name it , any kind of a women's body was on that beach , has to be 2 - 3 thousand people there , Talk about dripping ,, NO NO NO , more like , talk about flowing precum like crazy , I almost blew my load without even touching my cock .
I took my i-Phone out & started taking pictures & some videos & a lot of them smiled for the camera, I Bet half the women there had Magazine Type Bodies .. There was this group of very sexy young women taking pictures of a few of them ,, but then they all wanted to be in the pic & they were looking around to ask someone to take the pictures , I screamed from the nearby, “Need a picture?”. They were about to ask someone much closer, but I ran towards at full speed. My sprint was fueled by lust and by not masturbating for 9 days. I reached them and one of them handed me the phone ..
“It’s on SnapChat,” she said. I remembered deleting SnapChat 2 years ago when I decided it was dumb, and now I regretted it. I was an unhip, boring old man to these sexy young flesh. How old were they ,20 - 21 - 22 - 23 or so . There Bodies Were Rock Hard ,, You Could Tell they do some kind of exercise to stay in shapes, like piles of shipyard rope stacked and braided together, yet there skin looked so soft and sunkissed. She took back the phone and adjusted it from SnapChat to Camera. In hindsight, I should have used this opportunity to steal a glance down her very very small top ,, all it covered was the nipples & still I could see the different colour that surrounds her nipple.
In some alternate reality, she pressed the small of my back & I could feel her nipple pressing on my back , she kissed me on the cheek & said , I Thank You Very Much For Helping Us Out .
I didn’t masturbate on Day 9. But the experiment seemed to backfire. I wasn’t becoming more attractive to other women & they were becoming more attractive to me.
Difficult Rating: 8
Day 10
The culprit that ruined my experiment came in the night, and so did I. While dreaming, my brain convinced my penis that it could create an offspring with someone in my dream. My boxers, and my experiment, was ruined.
Masturbation: A revised, revised definition.
Masturbation is the conscious sexual stimulation of one’s own genitals for sexual arousal or other sexual pleasure, usually to the point of orgasm.
After a few beers later that day, I reasoned that if I had a wet dream, I might as well masturbate, too. I’ve already expelled what had been marinating in my balls for 10 days (is that how biology works), so whatever benefit I was to reap in terms of heightened creativity was gone. I might as well enjoy myself and pick back up tomorrow.
After I did, I felt empty.
Not only in my testicles, but cosmically empty, tired, done. My experiment was over, and the release was not any more satisfying than a regular Saturday morning hungover rubbing. I had been holding onto my purpose, and now it was gone.
Which purpose was stronger: my biological purpose to orgasm and potentially create an genetic heir, or my higher purpose to not orgasm and complete the experiment? Biology had come like a thief in the night while my rational brain was out, but I jumped at the first excuse to call it quits. Was my a****l instinct more powerful than my human will?
Difficult Rating: 0
Day 11
I masturbated again. The experiment was definitely over.
Difficulty Rating: 0
Conclusion: 9 days
In the end, I managed to not masturbate for 9 days, which sounds more like an accident than an accomplishment. My failure is both scary and silly: scary since I have discovered that my body is dependent on a specific cadence of orgasm, and silly since masturbating is good, clean, harmless fun, ya’ll. This experiment was like giving up Slip ‘N’ Slides for 30 days.
In terms of the two initial reasons I set out - logistical and creative - the experiment did shed some light. Logistically, it was a breeze. Creatively, I didn’t feel more productive. If anything, not masturbating and documenting not masturbating came (pun intended) to occupy more of my brain space. If my goal were to minimize the amount of time spent thinking about masturbating, I failed. It would have been easier to work with my given urges, masturbate, and move on, rather than fight against my hardwired nature.
My friends who all asked, “Why?” also never followed up, like you would with someone on a 30-day clean eating challenge. Why? Masturbation is rarely a conversation topic, whether out of shame or to keep a thing private we by definition share only with ourselves. Did hearing I was attempting to not do it make other people question why they do it, like getting lunch with a vegetarian or going to H&M with a sweatshop activist? Did it remind them how dependent they are on masturbation, that despite Chaucer and history and Einstein and opera, we’re no better than a dog in heat? Or was it just good ol’ American shame baked into our being like apple pie? Or a desire in our increasingly tracked and cooked world, to keep a private secret to ourselves? What will reading a masturbatory story about a man trying not to masturbate and failing make you feel?
Further studies must be conducted.
In June of this year ( 2018 & today is September 24, 2018 ) , anyways ,,, My girlfriend back then was getting to be a super bitch , with Bipolar When I met her then last year ,,, very very early menopause at such a young age ,, I'm just super glad we didn't live together ,she wanted too, but NNOOO ,, I didn't want to , If you knew her you would know why ... Well , when she got menopause ,, WWWOOOWWW ,,, anyways , before she got MP ,, she was the Most horniest woman I have ever met , the sex was , wwwwwoooowww , & when she gave me a blowjob which was like 4 times a week & I blew my load in her mouth , I was getting to the point where I was ready to pass-out because it felt Soooooooooo Great &&&&&&&& she just kept sucking ..... OK OK OK , Well , when she got MP. I didn't even know who she was ,, as for sex , it went from like 1 - 2 - 3 times a day ,, down to 0 - 0 - 0 - times in like 6 months .. them I was getting pissed off big time because ,, I have a girlfriend & I have not had sex in over 6 months but masturbate like crazy . So I want to know more about MP so I googled it & HOLY FU*K .. There was 34 Menopause Symptoms ,, plus it could last 4 to 15 years .. NO NO NO NO , this Polish boy is not going to be jackin his cock for many years to come .. By the way , I read the 34 Symptoms & O M FU*KING G ,, Here they are Hot Flashes , Night Sweats , Irregular Periods , Loss of Libido , Vaginal Dryness , Mood Swings , Fatigue , Hair Loss , Sleep Disorders , Difficulty Concentrating ,Memory Lapses ,, Dizziness , Weight Gain,(( I didn't care about weight gain because I like bigger women anyways )) , Incontinence ,Bloating , Allergies , Brittle Nails , Changes in Odor , Irregular Heartbeat , Depression , Anxiety , Irritability , Panic Disorder , Pains , Breast Pain , Headaches , Burning Tongue , Electric Shocks , Digestive Problems , Gum Problem , Muscle Tension , Itchy Skin , Tingling Extremities &&&&& Osteoporosis ....WWWOOOWWW ,, that's a lot , the only ones I didn't like was #1-NO SEX #2-Mood Swings #3-Depression , the other ones I didn't care about .. So , when I talked to her on the phone , I said that , We Needed A Break . What I mean when I tell a women ,, “ We Need A Break” is the cowardly way of me ending the relationship . So , what do I do when I got the itch , Started masturbating like crazy , I had to slow down big time OK , On With The Story ....
Also, I was damn curious. A group of Reddit users reported heightened testosterone production, attractiveness to lovers, and creative productivity - after only 7 days of abstaining. They claimed the male body goes into hyperdrive to create a baby, and if not a baby, to create something.
The logistical ease, coupled with the promise of increased productivity, tripled with a writer’s perverse incentive to seek out painful and challenging scenarios so they have something to write about, answers the Why’s ,,, of my friends. What happened? That's When I Told Myself , I wasn’t masturbating for 30 days ....
Below are daily field notes and a difficulty scale, documenting what happened to my body and mind when it was deprived of its singular evolutionary purpose.
Not Masturbating Difficulty Scale (0-10)
0 - mastur-what?
1 - oh, masturbation
2 -i guess that could be fun
3 - sounds really cool, but i’m busy
4 - man, must be nice to be able to masturbate
5 - i would really rather not be not masturbating
6 - i’m a fuc*ing idiot
7 - why on God’s green earth am i doing this to myself?
8 - i need to explode ASAP
9 - my penis is sending death threats to my brain
10 - i want to put my semen in everything
Day 1
Day 1 was quite easy. Like a New Year’s Resolutions in January, I was so filled with purpose that I breezed through the day without significant temptation. I did hear a hip-hop song with the lyric “grab your business,” which reminded me of the experiment and led to ever so slight arousal.
Difficult Rating: 2
Day 2
Today was slightly more difficult, but still easy. My usual masturbation , of like 2-3 times a day, so I didn’t expect the first few to be too challenging. I was reading the Third Edition of J.M. Roberts’ “History of the World” since I’m pretty rusty on all history pre-1600, and $4 seemed like a bargain for the written record of mankind. Turns out that history involves a lot of sex, so my experiment was slightly threatened.
Difficult Rating: 3
Day 3
I snapped a photo of a passage in “History of the World” I liked, which reminded me that I had done the same yesterday with a passage that aroused me, and remembering that arousal aroused me. I then wrote this down in an iPhone note, and writing the word “excited” excited me.
Around lunchtime, I recalled the experiment in a rational way, not a sexual one. I made a note of this in my phone, but when I wrote the word “sexual,” it aroused me.
It was a very meta-masturbatory day.
Difficult Rating: 5
Day 4
Nothing to note. A surprisingly easy day squeezed in between two difficult ones.
Difficult Rating: 2
Day 5
Today, I considered quitting. I questioned why I was doing it, depriving myself of this tiny joy, and started to envision what quitting after 5 days or 7 days would look like. But I did not fail. I courageously pressed on.
Difficult Rating: 8
Day 6
I started to put together the structure of this piece, converting iPhone notes to the words above. The very act of writing about NOT masturbating caused me to think A LOT about masturbating. I began to bargain with myself and consider loopholes in my experiment. Does “not masturbating” mean “not orgasming,” so am I permitted to touch myself just not to completion? Or is that somehow crueler to my body? Is it playing with fire, or does it reveal the strength of my will? Is looking at sexy photos itself a sort of masturbation? Wikipedia laid down the law:
Masturbation: a definition.
Masturbation is the sexual stimulation of one’s own genitals for sexual arousal or other sexual pleasure, usually to the point of orgasm.
I wonder if this experiment would be easier if I wasn’t writing about it.
Difficult Rating: 4
Day 7
The hardest part about not masturbating on Day 7 was whenever I talked to a women , I had to censure myself from saying, “I want to put my penis inside you.”
I felt in profound physical pain, not just in or near my penis and testes, but in and around my entire stomach and gut. In a moment of weakness, I considered giving up.
“A week of not masturbating is an achievement!” Penis said to Brain. “If someone can do something for a week, that’s a long time!” “It is an achievement,” Brain conceded, “but it’s not the achievement you set out to achieve.” “Fu*k you, Brain,” Penis cursed.
Caught in between my bickering penis and brain, I survived, the sun set, and the experiment carried on.
Difficult Rating: 10
Day 8
During a particularly trying moment, I sexually stimulating my genitals but did not approach the point of orgasm (to use Wikipedia’s sterile lexicon). By many metrics, this might be masturbation, but for the sake of our experiment, we’ll continue on and simply not do this again.
Masturbation: A revised definition.
Masturbation is the sexual stimulation of one’s own genitals for sexual arousal or other sexual pleasure, [DELETE: usually] to the point of orgasm.
Difficult Rating: 7
Day 9
Went To The Beach , Very Hot Day ,,, BUT ,,,, Big Mistake , 2 Piece Bikinis all over the beach , Such beautiful woman as I watched them walk by , Big Women , Normal Size Women , Small Women , Puffy Nipples , I Could Smell There Pussy , Small Cameltoe Pussy , Fat Cameltoe Pussy , Fat Nipples , Little Nipples , Fat Pussy , Small Pussy , Fat Small Tits , Fat Tits Hard Hard Nipples , Hard Pussy & Hard Tits , Puffy Cameltoe , Puffy Pussy , Puffy Tits Slim Chick , Slim Pussy Small Small Chicks , Small Nipples Small Puffy Nipples , Small Puffy Tits , You name it , any kind of a women's body was on that beach , has to be 2 - 3 thousand people there , Talk about dripping ,, NO NO NO , more like , talk about flowing precum like crazy , I almost blew my load without even touching my cock .
I took my i-Phone out & started taking pictures & some videos & a lot of them smiled for the camera, I Bet half the women there had Magazine Type Bodies .. There was this group of very sexy young women taking pictures of a few of them ,, but then they all wanted to be in the pic & they were looking around to ask someone to take the pictures , I screamed from the nearby, “Need a picture?”. They were about to ask someone much closer, but I ran towards at full speed. My sprint was fueled by lust and by not masturbating for 9 days. I reached them and one of them handed me the phone ..
“It’s on SnapChat,” she said. I remembered deleting SnapChat 2 years ago when I decided it was dumb, and now I regretted it. I was an unhip, boring old man to these sexy young flesh. How old were they ,20 - 21 - 22 - 23 or so . There Bodies Were Rock Hard ,, You Could Tell they do some kind of exercise to stay in shapes, like piles of shipyard rope stacked and braided together, yet there skin looked so soft and sunkissed. She took back the phone and adjusted it from SnapChat to Camera. In hindsight, I should have used this opportunity to steal a glance down her very very small top ,, all it covered was the nipples & still I could see the different colour that surrounds her nipple.
In some alternate reality, she pressed the small of my back & I could feel her nipple pressing on my back , she kissed me on the cheek & said , I Thank You Very Much For Helping Us Out .
I didn’t masturbate on Day 9. But the experiment seemed to backfire. I wasn’t becoming more attractive to other women & they were becoming more attractive to me.
Difficult Rating: 8
Day 10
The culprit that ruined my experiment came in the night, and so did I. While dreaming, my brain convinced my penis that it could create an offspring with someone in my dream. My boxers, and my experiment, was ruined.
Masturbation: A revised, revised definition.
Masturbation is the conscious sexual stimulation of one’s own genitals for sexual arousal or other sexual pleasure, usually to the point of orgasm.
After a few beers later that day, I reasoned that if I had a wet dream, I might as well masturbate, too. I’ve already expelled what had been marinating in my balls for 10 days (is that how biology works), so whatever benefit I was to reap in terms of heightened creativity was gone. I might as well enjoy myself and pick back up tomorrow.
After I did, I felt empty.
Not only in my testicles, but cosmically empty, tired, done. My experiment was over, and the release was not any more satisfying than a regular Saturday morning hungover rubbing. I had been holding onto my purpose, and now it was gone.
Which purpose was stronger: my biological purpose to orgasm and potentially create an genetic heir, or my higher purpose to not orgasm and complete the experiment? Biology had come like a thief in the night while my rational brain was out, but I jumped at the first excuse to call it quits. Was my a****l instinct more powerful than my human will?
Difficult Rating: 0
Day 11
I masturbated again. The experiment was definitely over.
Difficulty Rating: 0
Conclusion: 9 days
In the end, I managed to not masturbate for 9 days, which sounds more like an accident than an accomplishment. My failure is both scary and silly: scary since I have discovered that my body is dependent on a specific cadence of orgasm, and silly since masturbating is good, clean, harmless fun, ya’ll. This experiment was like giving up Slip ‘N’ Slides for 30 days.
In terms of the two initial reasons I set out - logistical and creative - the experiment did shed some light. Logistically, it was a breeze. Creatively, I didn’t feel more productive. If anything, not masturbating and documenting not masturbating came (pun intended) to occupy more of my brain space. If my goal were to minimize the amount of time spent thinking about masturbating, I failed. It would have been easier to work with my given urges, masturbate, and move on, rather than fight against my hardwired nature.
My friends who all asked, “Why?” also never followed up, like you would with someone on a 30-day clean eating challenge. Why? Masturbation is rarely a conversation topic, whether out of shame or to keep a thing private we by definition share only with ourselves. Did hearing I was attempting to not do it make other people question why they do it, like getting lunch with a vegetarian or going to H&M with a sweatshop activist? Did it remind them how dependent they are on masturbation, that despite Chaucer and history and Einstein and opera, we’re no better than a dog in heat? Or was it just good ol’ American shame baked into our being like apple pie? Or a desire in our increasingly tracked and cooked world, to keep a private secret to ourselves? What will reading a masturbatory story about a man trying not to masturbate and failing make you feel?
Further studies must be conducted.
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