Masturbation as a concept of love.

I won’t lie to you. I don’t fap. Shit takes too fucking long. You have to start everything over once you get interrupted. You have to get the mood just right, setting just right and still worry that someone will walk in on you. I’ve never been the most patient of people. I’d rather just imagine the orgasms and good night’s sleep I hear people get when they fap. I do wish I was patient enough with my body though. It is something I’m still working on. May the gods who gave me weed and a showerhead and SoMo’s music give me that patience.
Now, as many upcoming writers, my readers are mostly people I know. Right now they’re probably laughing to themselves; wondering what the fuck is wrong with me, why would I expose my inner secrets like this, how would I put this on the internet. Well, that mentality is exactly what I want to tackle in this article.
I think of the human body as the greatest art to ever grace this world. If it were up to me we’d all walk around nude. Pre-colonial Africa had it right. I would kill to walk around with my ass cheeks in the open, tits out for everyone to see. I would kill to be that confident with my body. And I think that clothes were the first big colonial tragedy. The white man made us feel inferior for being so open with our sexuality and taught us to have insecurities that had not even crossed our minds before. When you attack somebody’s way of thinking, you attack their sense of self-worth, and you have conquered more than half the battle. But I digress.

Early 1900s. Young Agikūyū women pounding grain in Karura, Kiambu. (Photo credit, HistoryKE Twitter page)
We have come to attach matters sexuality with so much shame and it breaks my heart. Growing up we are taught that exploring our bodies is a sin. Sating your natural curiosity about why it feels so good when you touch your penis in a certain way, or why certain parts of your vagina feel good and others do not is put in the same category as lying and cheating and stealing. Imagine that. You were given a body, but getting to explore it is a sin. How? That’s like giving a child a bar of chocolate and punishing them when they take a bite out of it. It makes absolutely no sense!
Our bodies are art, and what is art for, if not to be consumed? Art must be seen, it must be heard, it must be pored over. And that’s where masturbation comes in. How will you come to appreciate the wonders of other people’s bodies if you do not know the wonders of yours? Is that point far-fetched? Okay. I’ll stick to the argument you want me to make.
How will you know what to ask from your lover if you yourself do not know what you want? Sex is one of the highest form of pleasures granted to mankind. If and when you partake in this glorious experience, don’t you want to get the most out of it? There’s really no point in having sex for the sake of it (which is what we spend our early sex lives doing, but story for another day) I am probably a bit more zealous over this topic than most, but I’m sorry, if I am ‘sinning' I might as well do it right.
And to the point I wanted to make from the very beginning of this article. Masturbation, when done in moderation and from a spiritual point of view, is love. I am a very spiritual person, and I am all about connecting with our inner selves, and being one with the universe. To be one with the universe means to love all of humankind, to be kind to every one of God’s creation, to appreciate the world and all the beauty in it. We cannot love others if we do not love ourselves. We cannot be kind to others if we are not kind to ourselves. In the same vein, we cannot appreciate others if we do not appreciate ourselves.
For this weekend, therefore, I prescribe a good dose of self-love. Stand in front of the mirror and observe every nook and cranny of your body. Take note of what impresses you about yourself. Be a little narcissistic. Take nudes. Write yourself a love letter. Stare at yourself as much as you want to. You are beautiful, darling, there’s no one better to tell you this than you yourself. Take yourself out. Love yourself. Jipe raha!
