In the Onania Masturbator Forum, a Masturbator Wrote:
My Dictionary defines chronic as: “Marked by long duration or frequent recurrence.” Since I have been a masturbator since I was in the crib (long duration) and have had a daily masturbation habit since age five (frequent recurrence), I can say truthfully that I am a textbook Chronic Masturbator.
But there is more to the question, isn’t there? A question of attitude, perhaps of philosophy. Can there be a philosophy of masturbation? Of course there can, just as there can be a philosophy of any aspect of human behavior. And that philosophical take on my solo sex life is what illuminates my answer to the question.
Taking the second part first: Why did I become a chronic masturbator? In short, because I could. I was apparently born with a high interest in sexual feelings and touched myself in that way long before I knew it had a name. I had no knowledge of sex at the time, but I definitely knew that I liked the feelings I could give myself and did so frequently. Another key factor is that I grew up in a household of sexual openness: not that sexual things went on around the house, but that my parents’ reaction the their masturbating son was that I was normal and should keep my activities private (though I was less than obedient–the chance of getting found was too exciting, even at that tender age). Growing up without any guilt or shame about masturbating (even the amount I was doing it) was a major influence.
I might add that it was a little jarring, upon entering grade school, to quickly learn that this sex-positive attitude toward self-pleasure was a minority view, to put it mildly. I remember being ten or eleven, hearing a classmate describe (with disconcerting relish) how his father had punished his brother for masturbating, and being appalled that anyone should do such a thing. I learned that I must be circumspect about to whom I revealed my “secret.” Which I hated to keep secret! I longed, even at that innocent age, to talk with my fellows about this amazing thing we could do to make ourselves feel good. But it would not be until my teens that I would achieve the self-confidence to bring up masturbation in conversation with friends.
As to the question of when I became chronic, that is a little bit subtler. I have masturbated virtually every day of my life, so was I born chronic? Or was it at age ten, when I first jerked off to a Playboy Playmate of the Month? When I discovered the sublime process of edging and prolonging the pleasure at age twelve? My first weekend-long masturbation marathon at 14?
I think if there is a point at which some sort of line was crossed it would be in my early-to-mid teens, when my view of masturbation changed. In my earlier years I had no idea of the sexual nature of what I was doing when I masturbated–it just felt too good not to do it again and again. Then as puberty hit and sexual desire and fantasy came into play, I started to think of my wanking sessions as kid stuff; I recall Dr. Reuben’s book denigrated self pleasuring as just that, a phase to be gone through on the path to adulthood (how Freudian!). I recall feeling sad at the thought of giving up something which was so much fun.
Along came Penthouse Magazine, and particularly the patently absurd “Forum” in which readers sent in accounts of the most improbable sexual escapades imaginable. Amongst these pornographically explicit tales would sometimes appear a submission from a man or woman describing a masturbatory adventure, and these effected me strongly. The very concept of female masturbation enthralled me no end (and still does), and these tales of fully grown, adult masturbators showed me in my naiveté that adulthood need not mark the end of my own masturbatory career. Around that time I also stumbled upon a copy of Betty Dodson’s Liberating Masturbation: Her premise that masturbation is the basic form of human sexual expression meshed perfectly with the views I was already forming on the subject and my status as a chronic, joyful, shameless masturbator was sealed.
Today I would consider myself a masturbationist, in that masturbating is a long-cherished hobby that I am unlikely to give up. As much as I love to jack off, I would not consider myself a “Solosexual” as I understand the term, since I do not limit my sexual expression to masturbation alone. But I really, really like masturbating: I do it frequently, collect books and articles on the subject, talk about it when I get the chance and generally find it endlessly fascinating as well as erotically stimulating. And so, a masturbationist I regard myself and so I shall remain.
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