Re: masturbation
Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 5:16 pm
Since I didn't learn how to do it until well after I had my identity apiphony, the first time I actually knowingly made it happen (I was 14, I think... I'm getting the time of year confused...) left me with this horrified, "Crap, there's no turning back, now, is there?" feeling...
And it started to be a daily thing after that, and it had me rather freaked out since just a week earlier I felt as though I could say I had no idea how it really works. (Though, there was something of a self-enduced orgasm once when I was thirteen.. but it was kind of odd and I don't particularly count it... although I'm pretty sure how that happened was exactly what gave the idea for the "real" opening of the gates of doom...).
So I was completely freaked out by the whole thing (and really, everything at that point had a temporary feel... which has only gotten worse as of late. Funny how over half a decade still feels like temporary, somehow...), so much bizarre conflict over what to think about it ensued (and persists?).
The first year, there was one instance where I went four in a row (for what reason I don't even know... testing the limits, maybe? o_o I am a paradox.), and I managed to not for about a week (that I was at bandcamp... would decidedly have been awkward. Come to think of it, I only remember going to the bathroom once while there... I think my memory must be broken...).
And for the most part it continued like that, usually less than twice a day. Then I got to college, and instead of consistent mildly-less-frequent incidents, we get the occasional day or two without, the day with one to three, and the days with four, five, six... I don't know if there was any beyond that.
Actually, on January first of this year, it wound up happening quite a lot just between midnight and sunrise... so I started keeping track over all. Since consistency is shot, the number compared to the number of days in the year has gone back and forth in range... right now I think we're at 263 for the year.
(... golden oreos are both adictive and afrodesiac. Since I don't like adictions or afrodesiacs, I've only one package for proof.).
I think, at this point, I'm still just as confused as when I was fourteen (Heck, how much have I changed since then? A lot in some ways... very little n others?). The only real difference is that I think I've subconsciously accepted that it's not going away any time soon without consequences that I doubt I'd survive.
(... nah, I think the most risky sideeffects of castration somehow already attack me while all the desirable ones are far away. So I suspect that if I were to try anything, I'd have to work pretty freaking hard to not die... and my work ethic appears to be on life support (I just noticed an interesting time forwhen that started... *looks up* Hehehe...)).
Am I actually posting this? T_T I'm clearly broken.
And it started to be a daily thing after that, and it had me rather freaked out since just a week earlier I felt as though I could say I had no idea how it really works. (Though, there was something of a self-enduced orgasm once when I was thirteen.. but it was kind of odd and I don't particularly count it... although I'm pretty sure how that happened was exactly what gave the idea for the "real" opening of the gates of doom...).
So I was completely freaked out by the whole thing (and really, everything at that point had a temporary feel... which has only gotten worse as of late. Funny how over half a decade still feels like temporary, somehow...), so much bizarre conflict over what to think about it ensued (and persists?).
The first year, there was one instance where I went four in a row (for what reason I don't even know... testing the limits, maybe? o_o I am a paradox.), and I managed to not for about a week (that I was at bandcamp... would decidedly have been awkward. Come to think of it, I only remember going to the bathroom once while there... I think my memory must be broken...).
And for the most part it continued like that, usually less than twice a day. Then I got to college, and instead of consistent mildly-less-frequent incidents, we get the occasional day or two without, the day with one to three, and the days with four, five, six... I don't know if there was any beyond that.
Actually, on January first of this year, it wound up happening quite a lot just between midnight and sunrise... so I started keeping track over all. Since consistency is shot, the number compared to the number of days in the year has gone back and forth in range... right now I think we're at 263 for the year.
(... golden oreos are both adictive and afrodesiac. Since I don't like adictions or afrodesiacs, I've only one package for proof.).
I think, at this point, I'm still just as confused as when I was fourteen (Heck, how much have I changed since then? A lot in some ways... very little n others?). The only real difference is that I think I've subconsciously accepted that it's not going away any time soon without consequences that I doubt I'd survive.
(... nah, I think the most risky sideeffects of castration somehow already attack me while all the desirable ones are far away. So I suspect that if I were to try anything, I'd have to work pretty freaking hard to not die... and my work ethic appears to be on life support (I just noticed an interesting time forwhen that started... *looks up* Hehehe...)).
Am I actually posting this? T_T I'm clearly broken.