If all there is to being a monk is being sexless, then I would be perfect at it. Not only do I not feel deprived anymore, I can live without it. Nor would I have it just for the sake of it – bad sex is not better than no sex. In fact, it’s not better than self-sex.
Wait, let me rephrase. If all there is to being a monk is forgoing all forms of sex except for the masturbation kind, then I would be perfect for it. Oh, and porn. Can’t do without the porn. Ok that’s it. Except maybe alcohol. And clubbing. Yeah yeah yeah. Ok then – masturbation, porn, alcohol and clubbing.
Woohoo. I’ve just distilled my life down to its vices.
Here’s why they work for me. First, the alcohol. I’m generally happy and easy going. I’ve mentioned many times before how I stay happy. So alcohol as a depressant is not dangerous to me, psychologically speaking. The physiological aspect is up for debate.
Suffice to say, alcohol mellows me down and takes the edge off because I can be a tad sensitive at times. Not just to things that happen to me directly, but also to other people. I can be antsy and uneasy just from reading the news.
Clubbing is easy – good exercise, uplifting music and eye-candy.
And then we get to the meat (ha ha) of this post: porn and masturbation. I view them both as a healthy release because I think about sex a lot like all healthy single men do. Heck, even when I’m not watching porn or thinking about sex, I’m reading about it. Fleshbot and Asian Sex Gazette are my two favourite sites in the genre (links are obviously NSFW). Porn, and sexual health and culture are infinitely interesting subjects to me.
I think porn and masturbation have kept me sane all this time that I’ve been single. It has allowed me to approach and handle situations with females with an objective mind. It’s true. The little guy does not control me.
So yeah, like I said, I’d be a great monk.