Who Was Your First Love?
Who was your first love? It’s probably not who you’re thinking. Mine was myself. Yeah, you heard right—me. What I mean is that my first masturbation experience involved my dad’s Playboys that hid under his bed. Then, I moved on to masturbating under a blanket on the couch, watching the closest thing to soft core porn I could get—the Friday the 13th movies, which sounds weird, but if you remember those movies you know they were filled with horny, sex-crazed teenagers and lots of simulated sex that was actually more bad PG humping than rated R. But for my 13-year-old mind, it was sexual bliss. Remember, too, that the kids always got off before they got killed. See? Jason wasn’t that bad—at least he’s not the cock-blocking kind of killer like Freddy Krueger. Maybe that’s not the best example, but the take-away is this: Women who masturbate know what they like and how to get there—yeah, I mean t-h-e-r-e. And if you know exactly what kind of diddling does it for you, it’s easier to teach someone else. #naughtyteacher In the masturbation universe, we usually think of men, especially teenage boys, as the purveyors of that galaxy, despite the many outlets aimed at female consumers who want stories, pictures, movies and “friends.” In this patriarchal realm, throw caution to the wind and do it; do it alone; do it with your significant other; do it and be afraid to get caught, to be too loud when you get off, to be embarrassingly wet…just do it. Use fantasy, use dirty stories, use a dildo, or just get lost in how it feels…and love it. It’s healthy and normal for men, and for women, and when you love yourself first, you can love everyone else, too! Get diddlin’ y’all!
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STELLA GRAEAuthor of the novel Just Call Me Confidence from The Wild Rose Press. Archives
June 2023
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