August 2021

The mother, the grandmother, the godmother, the patron saint of masturbation, Betty Dodson, left the realm of the living this year at the age of 91. While never a household name, she spent decades fiercely advocating at the top of her voice for the human right to pleasure and for women’s right to own their

I started jacking off when I was about 11 years old, when my family lived in the city. It was my brother’s porn I used and I used them a lot. I don’t remember ever having a wet dream then, even though a few guys in my class has inquired each other here or there

I remember it well. A woman I had started dating only recently uttered those magic words describing me as a “chronic masturbator”. While I hadn’t hidden my masturbation from her, I also hadn’t blatantly put it out there either. I wish I had asked her how she knew, but this was many years ago, and

I’m sure there are a few people (certainly not me) who can willfully abstain from masturbating for a few days, maybe even a week or more, but hopelessly addicted chronic masturbators like myself would never dream of willfully going even one day without indulging in our addiction. Sometimes though life just gets in the way