The Secret of Masturbation Video

Weiner and Schwarzenegger and Edwards Are Not Unique

The common response to politicians getting caught in sex scandals is “How stupid are they?” and “What a slimeball!” Indeed, it is easy to point fingers. And, certainly in these public cases, the enormous ego of the politician in error contributes greatly to the fallacy that the person was going to get away with it and to their pathetic belief that a firm denial would blast away the weight of any evidence.  But, let’s face facts: if you have obsessive compulsive behaviors in matters of sex, then you have been, are, or could be the slimeball people are pointing to.

Wake Up, You Thumbsucking Masturbator!

As exciting as pornography and sexual fantasy are, they were, in large part, a security blanket for me, a most comfortable and familiar collection of thoughts and activities. In fact, there were times when masturbation didn’t seem like it was moving toward a climax. It was like I was asking thumbsucking to be interpreted by my body as a sexual conquest, with the attendant thrill. As I detail elsewhere on this website, the trap of sexual obsession and compulsion requires self-deception. Sometimes that’s bold denial of the truth, for example, obsessing and salivating over the idea that a threesome in your bedroom would yield excitement, satisfaction, and fulfillment beyond imagination (well maybe for a moment, but damage will cancel any benefit). Many times, though, I think that my attachment to sexual thoughts and fantasies is more of a sleepy acceptance of the fairy tales. So, assuming you relate to that notion in any way…WAKE UP!

I am thrilled to tell you that it’s totally awesome to be on the other side of sexual obsession.

The Charlie Sheen Show: Like Limp Porn

Charlie Sheen taking people’s money and taking to the stage is all kinds of wrong, and after reading this review I know that some his fans agree with me:

From ew.com, the InsideTV blog, comes this 10:03 live update by James Hibberd:

The show is now an unmitigated disaster. There’s a fairly steady stream of people leaving early. Attendee Chris Acchione, a self-described Sheen fan who traveled all the way from Toronto for the show, says his entire mezzanine row walked out. “He’s making a fool of himself,” he says. “Is there a bigger loser in the world? He’ll be [begging] Chuck Lorre for his job back by the end of the week.”

I’m reminded of life years ago, pre-internet, when finding real porn was sometimes a challenge and the only success I found was in proving myself a lustful fool. Specifically, I’m remembering buying an X-rated videotape without realizing that I was in a state with strict pornography restrictions. The video had been converted for sale there. It was rendered flaccid, if you will, by pan-and-scan. The genitalia and therefore all action involving them were always just off-screen. That’s a wake-up call. You can’t help but know acknowledge to yourself what you got the tape for. You feel cheap because your disappointment cuts through lies you told yourself about just wanting to understand the film style of pornography. You feel ripped off because you thought you’d purchased industrial-strength smut.

Did anyone who went to see Charlie’s show think they were going to get something of value? He’s shown his cards quite publicly over the last few months and news reports over the span of his public life have made it clear where his priorities and interests lie. So no one could have gone to that theater in Detroit in search of meaningful insight on the human condition or for a collection of motivational stories. I rather think they were hoping to see something truly obscene or outrageous (beyond what Sheen’s already broadcast for free). Some, I’m sure, were hoping to see a man give up the last of his dignity in a last desperate grab for money. They were banking on that to be funny on the face of it. Maybe they’d witness in person tomorrow’s new big story about the wealthy whacko. So, in a way it’s like pornography. If you are honest with yourself, it’s a disappointment if it’s too soft or edited. The stuff you’ll consider “good” (except when you’re honest with yourself) shocks and disgusts you. It offends the sensibilities. It spits on God’s silly notion about the noble use of genitals and breasts and bottoms. Like the Charlie Sheen stage show, nothing good was ever going to result from it.

Is Masturbation a Sin?

Do you have a strong reaction to that title: “Is Masturbation a Sin”? I wouldn’t be surprised. Sin is a potent word. If you don’t have much of a relationship with God, you may dismiss the value of the question. It may seem silly and unnecessary to base behavior on what some say a mysterious and unknown force declares is permitted or forbidden. If, on the other hand, you consider yourself a believer and value the idea of God being pleased with you, the question as to whether or not masturbation is a sin will be very important to you. In fact, the issue of whether or not God will send you to hell for something you can’t stop doing can be quite troubling.

Well, the Bible doesn’t explicitly set a rule for masturbation, so I feel free to speak. I do think masturbation causes sin.