Happytobehere
Fapstronaut
Hey yall.
Honestly, I’m not even sure if I should be posting here. I created an account here a while ago when I was watching Sneako right before/after he got banned from all his platforms, and I started falling into red pill rhetoric/groups. I started feeling a shame toward PMO that I hadn’t felt in a while (probably since I was living in my childhood home). Current day, I’m back to not even feeling bad every time I get excited to go rub one out. I’ll probably lie there for a while after, switch my private tab to public, and debate a nap or going to play video games.
Hmm.. I felt shame about my choices enough to create an account here, but tbh with myself, I compared myself (being 29) to all of my peers and family members, then I’d wonder if I’ve really decreased my chances at success by spending so much of my developmental years “gooning.”
I recently swallowed my pride about my goals, and decided to pursue routes that I know will work for me in order to obtain the level of success I believe I’m capable of.
I went from a min wage job, to glorified cable guy making about 50k a year. I dropped out of college and was down on myself. I thought the fact that I masturbated consistently, I mean on a daily basis for as long as I can remember starting from like 9 years old. The only time I’ll go a day or a week without touching myself is if I’m sleeping around others, and of course know it’s inappropriate to even consider something like that at the time.
but damn it, I masturbate for fun, for boredom, as a routine, and I’ll even play with myself while talking to my friends on a headset - even though the conversation is nowhere near sexual. I’m just sitting on my couch in my underwear with my hand conveniently in the perfect spot to do some flicking. I’d masturbate while driving if it wasn’t terribly unsafe and extremely dumb. I’d masturbate at work if I didn’t have to fear the repercussions.
Tbh, I love it. I do think it has some effect on my romantic relationships. I often don’t see sex as seriously or as bounding as my partner usually does, although I don’t use that as an opportunity to cheat because I can’t bring myself to destroy the trust of another human being like that. I’ve never lived with my partners, but I did see my ex so frequently that I rarely masturbated, and didn’t really have a need for porn because of it. That relationship didn’t last because the sex started to feel exhausting for me, and my partner wouldn’t listen when I told them “we probably shouldn’t build a substantial relationship based purely off the fact that we have great sex. We don’t have much in common.”
They eventually agreed upon our breakup, but now I’m in another relationship. We see each other much less, so we both get laid about once a week. We have a great time together just hanging out in bed and playing video games. It just makes me sad when I think about the fact that I’ll never get to turn the playful flirting between myself and their parent into something real, or that I’ll never be able to pursue their friends because that’s just not normal.
I genuinely love my current partner, but it’s weird that I have these thoughts that I just never talk about. I feel like the years of PMO have desensitized me to the importance of sex between two people. I just think it would be fun to rump around with my partner and friends while being able to cater to my partner in every aspect that a partner should.
Either way, I think I’m just a deeply sexual being (there’s definitely some unresolved childhood trauma) and I remember being okay with embracing it when I was surrounded by theater kids in high school who were all a little bit slutty. I know how dangerous and detrimental sexual trauma and expression can be if it isn’t regulated. Now that I’m older (and more chronically online) I feel pulled in so many directions.
I come home and masturbate with no regrets. I’ll wake up or I’ll fall asleep to a nut depending on how tired I am, and I don’t feel regret.
I do, however, feel regret when people tell me “well maybe you should feel some regret.” I can argue all I want about “well I’m accomplishing my career goals, my financial goals, I’m in a successful and healthy relationship, etc.” but I know the rest of what’s included in that “etc.” is also “yes, I am, I guess, a bit of a sexual deviant.” I play with myself when I’m sleepy or bored while driving to wake myself up, and I do it every single day. Am I broken? I don’t know.
But to be fully and completely honest, reading some of the stories about people in recovery has been hot for me. I’ve been getting off to these posts as well, or at least been getting motivated to search something into my favorite site and finish the job. It’s pretty fucked up in its essence, so I wanted to talk about it to kind of atone? My intentions aren’t the most pure
Honestly, I’m not even sure if I should be posting here. I created an account here a while ago when I was watching Sneako right before/after he got banned from all his platforms, and I started falling into red pill rhetoric/groups. I started feeling a shame toward PMO that I hadn’t felt in a while (probably since I was living in my childhood home). Current day, I’m back to not even feeling bad every time I get excited to go rub one out. I’ll probably lie there for a while after, switch my private tab to public, and debate a nap or going to play video games.
Hmm.. I felt shame about my choices enough to create an account here, but tbh with myself, I compared myself (being 29) to all of my peers and family members, then I’d wonder if I’ve really decreased my chances at success by spending so much of my developmental years “gooning.”
I recently swallowed my pride about my goals, and decided to pursue routes that I know will work for me in order to obtain the level of success I believe I’m capable of.
I went from a min wage job, to glorified cable guy making about 50k a year. I dropped out of college and was down on myself. I thought the fact that I masturbated consistently, I mean on a daily basis for as long as I can remember starting from like 9 years old. The only time I’ll go a day or a week without touching myself is if I’m sleeping around others, and of course know it’s inappropriate to even consider something like that at the time.
but damn it, I masturbate for fun, for boredom, as a routine, and I’ll even play with myself while talking to my friends on a headset - even though the conversation is nowhere near sexual. I’m just sitting on my couch in my underwear with my hand conveniently in the perfect spot to do some flicking. I’d masturbate while driving if it wasn’t terribly unsafe and extremely dumb. I’d masturbate at work if I didn’t have to fear the repercussions.
Tbh, I love it. I do think it has some effect on my romantic relationships. I often don’t see sex as seriously or as bounding as my partner usually does, although I don’t use that as an opportunity to cheat because I can’t bring myself to destroy the trust of another human being like that. I’ve never lived with my partners, but I did see my ex so frequently that I rarely masturbated, and didn’t really have a need for porn because of it. That relationship didn’t last because the sex started to feel exhausting for me, and my partner wouldn’t listen when I told them “we probably shouldn’t build a substantial relationship based purely off the fact that we have great sex. We don’t have much in common.”
They eventually agreed upon our breakup, but now I’m in another relationship. We see each other much less, so we both get laid about once a week. We have a great time together just hanging out in bed and playing video games. It just makes me sad when I think about the fact that I’ll never get to turn the playful flirting between myself and their parent into something real, or that I’ll never be able to pursue their friends because that’s just not normal.
I genuinely love my current partner, but it’s weird that I have these thoughts that I just never talk about. I feel like the years of PMO have desensitized me to the importance of sex between two people. I just think it would be fun to rump around with my partner and friends while being able to cater to my partner in every aspect that a partner should.
Either way, I think I’m just a deeply sexual being (there’s definitely some unresolved childhood trauma) and I remember being okay with embracing it when I was surrounded by theater kids in high school who were all a little bit slutty. I know how dangerous and detrimental sexual trauma and expression can be if it isn’t regulated. Now that I’m older (and more chronically online) I feel pulled in so many directions.
I come home and masturbate with no regrets. I’ll wake up or I’ll fall asleep to a nut depending on how tired I am, and I don’t feel regret.
I do, however, feel regret when people tell me “well maybe you should feel some regret.” I can argue all I want about “well I’m accomplishing my career goals, my financial goals, I’m in a successful and healthy relationship, etc.” but I know the rest of what’s included in that “etc.” is also “yes, I am, I guess, a bit of a sexual deviant.” I play with myself when I’m sleepy or bored while driving to wake myself up, and I do it every single day. Am I broken? I don’t know.
But to be fully and completely honest, reading some of the stories about people in recovery has been hot for me. I’ve been getting off to these posts as well, or at least been getting motivated to search something into my favorite site and finish the job. It’s pretty fucked up in its essence, so I wanted to talk about it to kind of atone? My intentions aren’t the most pure