What would you say if I told you that I masturbated three times last night within a four hour time span? Would you think I was a horny toad or would you think I was a pervert who doesn’t know how to keep his treasure buried?
Well, friends, that is what my good old friend Asia has been up to. The funny thing about the whole masturbation ceremony is that she was trying to get the same high that she received from her boyfriend. Okay, let me explain further:
When Asia boyfriend, Ricky, left out of town on a business trip, she was okay with the fact that she would be spending a week or two alone. But when Ricky’s trip lasted over three weeks, Asia began to become very sexually frustrated.
After waiting patiently for three week to give up the goods to her homie-lover-friend, she couldn’t take the built up tension and she masturbated. Now, I told her that in my opinion nothing was wrong with that. Then she continued to tell me that she felt empty after she had the first orgasm. So she masturbated again and still felt a longing. After the third time of figure jerking, she finally realized that stuffing her box was not filling her emotionally.
It took me only a few minutes to analyze what was happening. I looked her in the eyes and told her, “Asia, you are trying to make up for your boyfriend’s absence with sex when it’s really love that you miss.”
I hit the nail right on the head. This was such an interesting topic to me. When does sex become so important that we blur the lines between lust and love? And when it comes down to love, do we only associate it with the amount of sex in our relationship? A better question to ask ourselves is, when is it time to bring back romance and stop with this stupid new school modernized “say no to monogamy” bullshit type of relationships? Comments are welcome. Let’s build on this topic. Until the next entry, much love, peace and empathy.