Yeah it would basically be an anti addiction approach for me. Addiction runs in my family and we get addicted to everything remotely pleasurable. So I've spent my whole life saying no to alcohol & drugs & cigarettes, and since I cant find a suitable companion I have to say no to orgasms too 🤷🏼♀️ For me it feels empowering.
It's my own subjective experience. Masturbating is effortless immediate gratification that turns me into a reclusive hermit.
But every time I abstain for a month or so, I become a real person who participates in life & wants to connect with people. *
The difference is undeniable.
I'm not telling you what to do and I'm not telling anyone else in the world what I think they should do. I'm telling you my own subjective experience and my own choice.
*Yesterday I had enough courage to approach a super hot guy doing pushups on the beach 🥰 I had seen him there before doing yoga in the same place a couple weeks earlier & fell instantly in love because I'm a yoga girl too so when I saw him again yesterday my inner fires were finally burning at normal level, no shyness or low self-esteem yesterday for a change 😄 We chit-chatted, he likes me 💕
Yeah but every time I cum alone, it reinforces the alone-ness. I'm sick of self-perpetuating loneliness. Going out into the world with hunger & ambition & angst feels empowering right now.
Without sexual release we're a bit voracious & on edge but also at peak creativity & ambition; driving us to go out in the world and get shit done. Invent things. Create things. Meet new people with no ulterior motives, already living a wholesome life, and that's how we can meet people the real way without our hands constantly down our own pants.
Well I'm a woman and I've talked to some men too who agree that when we masturbate it tends to make us turn socially inward & diminishes our drive to reach out to other people.
Whereas sexual frustration compels us to go out into the world with a sense of hunger & ambition, seeking social interaction & activities.
It's the lifestyle I've chosen because after years of suffering all aspects of this mortal hell we call life, I'd rather feel paragraph 2 than paragraph 1.
When I'm alone I eat salads with my bare hands if there's no dressing on it. But when I'm in proper company with people I have to socially adapt and I'm required to use utensils.
Don't you remember in 2020 while we were all government-mandated to quarantine in our houses for a year, all these weird news articles were coming out like introducing "potato chips"- type of snacks to children in Australia , sitting them down and explaining to them that what they're about to eat is made of crickets? And the kids were happy & fine with a package of crisps before they knew they were crickets, and they were still perfectly happy & fine eating the crisps after they knew they were crickets. It was a pretty weird dystopian news article.
Yes they were trying to introduce crisps made of crushed cricket powder. High protein! Delicious as any other crisp!
That was about a year after Bill Gates introduced The impossible Burger, lab-made, plant-based, tastes just like a hamburger but it's plants! And we're all like "Oh that's great but what does Bill Gates have to do with this? And why did he buy up all the farmland in the USA and why is he starting to monopolize all of USA's food supply? What's going on here?"
Who married her first cousin? Your wife? That would make you her first cousin, right? But she was talking about being closely related to her pastor, so what does that have to do with the fact she married her first cousin? Did she marry her pastor? Are you her husband & her pastor & her first cousin?
If you've been comfortably wearing skirts & dresses for 10 years, wouldn't you rrealize that skirts & dresses are perfectly acceptable attire in a bank? And if you're a man who's comfortably been wearing skirts & dresses for 10 years, how is this upcoming bank interview suddenly an obstacle? Is this your first job interview in 10 years? Here are some business-appropriate kilts: https://21stcenturykilts.com/kilts
Uh-oh. I guess this means I should show up to the polls next time. And vote for the less-bad candidate.
But I hate it. I HATE ALL OF IT.