There’s a sexy trend taking hold of the mindful community, it’s called “masturdating” and it’s pretty exciting.
There is something to be said for taking control of a situation. There’s something even more remarkable, I’ll call it magic, about seizing an opportunity to explore things that please you—things that deeply touch you.
And so, I’ve dedicated the last few weeks to deeply touching myself… and I don’t feel the least bit guilty about it.
Instead, I’ve grabbed life by the balls to explore a level of intimacy I didn’t know was possible and learn about myself to depths I didn’t know existed.
As it turns out, I’m pretty f*cking grand: gentle when it’s called for and rough when it’s not; I’m strong, sexy—even when I sweat—and I can go for days (seriously). But there’s more! When the physical excursion has me to the point of collapse, I can slow down and get deep; because I’m also really, really interesting.