My experience: what you need to know about masturbation

Masturbation, to those who still have the privilege of sanity; the ones who have never explored the gravity of self-sexual pleasure: don’t even consider just thinking about it. To those who have: you know what I am talking about. Masturbation is insanely addictive. We have all heard (and even experienced) the truth behind the statement: ‘easier said than done,’ there is no better illustration of these four words than in the numerous stories and solutions given to conquer this self-destructive menace and trying to implement the real process. Engage me- anyone who is so deep into this stuff, take a moment, and try recalling how it all began (any idea? Yes?); lucky you. All I can remember about my inception into it is that intense feeling I had never felt before. The feeling was two sided, but concurrent at the same time. The first was the kind of relief you have when you empty your bladder after being pressed for hours. The kind of ‘pressed’ that renders you ‘bent forward’ and all fidgety until the release. The Second phase is a feeling out of this world (you know how hard it is to describe orgasm, at least my brother Ogolla managed a ‘heaven seven’ and got away with it). That is the reason as to why everyone who masturbates; the intensely sweet feeling, and the relaxation of the sexual tension that comes along with it.

I know there are a million reservations concerning masturbation, some have (googly scientific) reason to prove its viability, others have (also googly scientific) reason to disprove its viability. I am writing out of my own experience, all googly science notwithstanding. There is no point in time where reason, theoretical prowess, even intellect and all have outweighed experience; as a matter of fact, all those are based on experience and those who have the eloquence to bring out any of the two sides of the coin, however knowledgeable they would sound; no one who has never masturbated can ever understand masturbation-ask me. I have been on both sides of the worlds, where someone comes to you almost on his knees groaning of how difficult it is to conquer, and you look at them with those holier than thou haughty eyes but utter empty words of “I understand what you going through”, then go, read a lot about masturbation then come out in the open talking about it(to them) like you own it- I have been there; and yes, I have also been here, where you are now in that shoe and you don’t even have the guts to tell anyone for the fear of them having not experienced it, that fear is informed by the fact that you were once on the side of the ridge, and you know just how judgmental you were, so you don’t want anyone to have the pleasure of judging you the way you judged someone else.