Sometimes I'm around girls who talk about masturbation, and say things that fail to understand what masterbation is. Like they think that having a wank means they don't love you anymore, or don't fancy you, or don't want you.

Masterbation isn't a replacement for you, or a preference over you. It's a thing men do. We've been doing since the dawn of time, and possibly earlier. There are times when a man has to scratch an itch. Sometimes masturbation is a means to an end, a physical process, like having a shit. And there are sometimes when that lusty beast rears its head, and you can't share it with anyone. They're asleep, or poorly, or have to go to work, or not in the mood, or whatever. Or you haven't shaved, or brushed your teeth, or you haven't got the time, or whatever.

And there you go, you do it. You scratch that itch, and then it's done. It doesn't mean that you're any less loved or wanted. It just means that a physical function was performed, not in preference or replacement.

And what inspired this? A conversation at Christmas. Bloody chuff.

Hows that for a bit of sexing up? Too much, I bet.
- posted by Mark @ 8:47 am