What better day to masturbate than the day after the weekend. You know that entire weekend where you didn’t get laid at all?! Or maybe you did– and now you have something to think about while you masturbate instead of just looking at porn hub. Either way, Monday is the perfect day to masturbate. Actually, any day ending in a Y is a good day to masturbate, but Monday and Masturbate both start with an M, so here we are, because … MMMMMM.
What is masturbation exactly?
Well, it’s different for every person out there, but essentially it’s when you take the time to pleasure yourself in a sexual manner. Does eating ice cream on the couch while watching Broad City count as masturbation?! I don’t know, did you experience any sort of orgasmic pleasure during the event? If so then yes, if not it’s perhaps is just pleasure for pleasure’s sake.
Why would a person masturbate?
Did you know that there are like a least three dozen reasons?
Some benefits of masturbation include:
Strengthens Your Pelvic Floor
Relieves Menstrual Cramps
Improves Your Immune System
Gets You More Intune With Your Body
Oh, and you also get to have an orgasm without anyone else there to witness your O face. Oooo yes.
Plus, no one is there to give you an STI or look at you funny while you making those weird dolphin shrieks that for some reason get you off.
Yes, yes, yes! There are many reasons to masturbate. And now, every Monday I will be exploring the different realms of masturbation, from sex toy reviews to funny stories, to tips and tricks about getting off so you can move on with your day (or just go to sleep sooner).
You can now trade with me! That’s right, from panties to pics to private convos, there’s something for everyone to get from me (if the price is right)! Check out my support page to get even closer to me (and help Go Eat a Carrot and Krystal herself continue to live on.)
Let’s all show ourselves some more love, yeah?
Happy Masturbation Monday 🙂
May is also National Masturbation Month. I know I’m a little behind the times, but stay tuned next week for my favorite vibrator review!
Last night I went to my regular watering hole. This bar is just a few blocks down the street from me and it’s cheap, which means it’s dangerous but also the most fun.
While I was there with my friend and her not-boyfriend-boyfriend not one but TWO different guys I have had sexual relations in the past happened to wander in.
One made sense as he is my neighbor. And whatever, we still talk occasionally, no big deal.
The second one lives nowhere around here. He, in fact, was one of the many men who GHOSTED me in the past. Which was really fucking ironic or serendipitous or whatever as I had just written about ghosting two days ago. Maybe he knew and subconsciously felt left out since I failed to mention him in that post. Anyway, it had been over six months since I had seen, heard, or even thought about that guy.
I was at the bar ordering another drink (we will say it was my 5th but who keeps count these days?) when I noticed a quite attractive man a few stools down from me.
“You look familiar,” he said as he took a sip of his whiskey on the rocks.
I stare at him for a moment and then it hits me:
“Oh, indeed. That’s because we’ve fucked.”
His eyes go wide. He realizes it too.
“Oh! Yes. I guess that would be the reason.”
I move closer to him (he’s still looking as fine as the day we boned):
“I was just thinking about you the other day,” I say, “I was writing a blog about ghosting and I remembered you because we had this long philosophical conversation about dating and being open and honest and how ghosting was a bullshit form of not communicating. Remember that? Then, do you remember how I sent you some texts the next couple of days after and you never replied? Like, how you said you’d never ghost and then you did just that?! That was hilarious!!”
He furrows his brow:
“That doesn’t sound like something I’d do,” he insists.
Fast-forward to today and this text exchange where he informed he was now back with his ex-wife. But, here’s the kicker, he continued:
“I wouldn’t say it’s entirely accurate that I’m not into you.”
They are not in an open relationship.
I’m trying to understand the male brain here.
We went out a couple of times. We had sex. We stopped talking. We run into each other and have a casual conversation. Then he texts me to tell me he’s back with his ex but he might still be into me?!
If I were his ex-wife I would have stayed an ex because of this kind of behavior.
Exes are exes for a reason.
There’s this meme:
I’m not saying it’s ALWAYS bad. I’m sure there are circumstances where reuniting after spending time on personal growth might make it more reasonable and likely for success.
But… if you’re with someone monogamously and you’re thinking about how you might possibly be into someone else… perhaps that’s a sign that the two of you aren’t right for each other?
Or maybe he’s the type of guy who likes to have a serious relationship but then get fresh hot fries on the side?
Yes, I like sex. I am a slut. I enjoy hot fresh fries just as much as the next person, but I do have boundaries. I even have morals if you can believe it. And even if this guy and his ex-wife end up apart again (and they will as that’s pretty apparent) I could not, would not want to ever take a bite of his fries.
I can forgive a ghost (cuz they dead). I can’t accept a zombie though, because I enjoy having my brains intact.
Anyone have a different opinion on the matter? Am I reading it wrong? Did I just waste a bunch of time thinking about this? Probs.
I don’t blame the hormone-laced barely edible chicken tenders they served regularly or the 2% hormone-infused milk they forced us to drink every day during lunch at my rural Kansas grade-school. I don’t BLAME that, though let’s all admit that it could have helped move it along.
In any event, by 6th grade I had grown to the height and weight and boob size that I still am today. In other words, my breasts were at eye level to pretty much every guy in my class.
Even as these guys went through puberty themselves they never forgot that I had boobs.
In fact, they liked to remind me every day that I had boobs. And an ass. And sometimes they even reminded me that I had a vagina!
How did they do this reminding, you may wonder?
Well, not only did they talk to me about my body parts, but they thought it was perfectly okay to grab my breasts and my ass and sometimes even my vagina whenever they were near my breasts, ass, vagina– which was at least every day during P.E. and sometimes in the hallway, in the classroom, when we were all at sporting events etc.
Now, I was nothing special.
I wasn’t the prettiest girl in the class nor was I the girl with the biggest breasts.
Sometimes I wonder if those girls were harassed more or less than me. More because they were prettier or had bigger breasts or less because it was too obvious because of their beauty or their breasts.
We didn’t discuss it.
I only talked to my best friend about it. She didn’t get harassed or assaulted. She said it was because she didn’t have any boobs; I think it was because her dad was the dudes’ P.E. teacher. (Those boys were dumb, but they weren’t complete idiots.)
I was a target.
I was a target of their torment.
I was not fond of being a target of torment. Who would be?
So I did what I had been taught to do. I told an authority figure what was going on. The first authority figure I told was my P.E. teacher, an older woman who had also been my mother’s P.E. teacher.
Guess how she responded?
Oh yeah, you got it.
She told me:
“Krystal, as you know, boys will be boys.”
And that was that on that.
So, I then went to my school counselor, also a woman, guess what she said?!
Mhmm. (There is a theme here.)
“Krystal as you know, boys will be boys!”
Such an interesting way to deal with the problems of sexual assault. Totally worked! Oh yeah, letting boys grab girls boobs and butts and vaginas because they’re just being boys is definitely a good strategy. It worked so well that at least several of these boys who were being boys turned out to be men who rape.
That’s right. ‘Boys will be boys’ turn into ‘men who rape’. Not all of them of course, but one is plenty, two is too many, three is just ridiculous. And since I know for a fact that more than three boys left our school system to become rapists I will say that the whole, “boys will be boys” mentality isn’t how we should be raising our boys.
Anyhoo. I’m not a parent or a teacher so what the fuck do I know? Surely, listening to girls when they say something is wrong or even teaching people how to respect each other is too much to ask of our authority figures?
Just want to say a big FUCK YOU to the authority figures who chose to disregard the fact that I was daily being sexually assaulted.
Don’t worry you all. This is where it turns and gets good.
I decided to take matters into my own hands. I decided I would seek REVENGE!!!
This is the part of the story that’s hard to tell. I know what I did was wrong, but to be clear, I felt the need to protect myself. I felt the need to teach these boys a lesson since no one else seemed capable of doing it.
Now, this is where I become both impressed and totally fucking scared of my former self.
I decided to kill them with kindness.
I began baking them cookies.
That’s right. About once a month I would bring cookies in for everyone to eat after lunch. Chocolate chip cookies, brownies, sugar cookies, you name it, I baked it. These boys got quite used to me being sweet. So sweet. So very fucking sweet.
Until of course, the last time I brought in cookies. No-bake cookies. Cookies that may or may not have been laced with chocolate ex-lax.
You see, these boys made me feel like shit every single day of my life from the time I was 12 to well even today when I think about it. All I wanted was for them for one moment in time to feel what it felt like to feel like shit. And the only way I could think of for that to happen was if they literally shit themselves.
The greediest ones were the ones who suffered the most. You know what the bible says about greed– it’s like a deadly sin and shit.
And shit they did.
One guy was fixing a roof when it hit him. I’m not sure if he made it to the toilet in time. Another guy was on the john for three hours. One girl came up to me the next day and said to me, “I know what you did to those cookies and I just wanted to let you know they did NOTHING to me!”
“So, you’re still full of shit?” I said.
She huffed away.
See, I couldn’t NOT allow anyone to eat the cookies. There were some innocent people who had to suffer with them, and I do apologize for that. My best friend even ate one KNOWING that they held a secret shitty ingredient just because she didn’t want to rouse suspension– a real trouper of a best friend.
What happened after?
Well, they started leaving me the fuck alone.
No one told any authority figures either. They must have realized that they were being punished for their past behaviors. Or maybe they were smart enough to know that the authority figures would only respond with, “girls will be girls!”
And I beg you all to keep that in mind. If you continue to allow your male children to get away with inappropriate behavior because of course, “boys will be boys.” Do not be surprised when girls start behaving like girls and take matters into their own hands. Or their own cookies, if need be.
Ghosting. The art of ignoring someone’s text forever, like ya dead.
Ghosting. Pretending to not exist so you feel no guilt about not liking someone and thus never texting them back.
Ghosting Part 1: Why People Ghost
Almost any single person who has a cell phone and has casually dated has ghosted or been ghosted. At this point, it’s as common as the one night stand itself.
Of course, there could be other reasons why the person isn’t texting you back.
Here are 5 potential (legit) reasons for texts not being returned.
Their phone is dead. (This can and does happen, but how long can a person without a phone in these modern times, one day, two… a week maybe?)
Their phone died and they lost all their contact information (ugh, have you heard of facebook stalking?!)
Someone stole their phone and sold it on eBay.
They decided to go on a silent retreat.
They traveled to the middle of nowhere and they have no cell phone reception.
Sure, sure, any of those events are plausible. But, if you text a person and they do not respond within a few days they are either ghosting you or you are in no way a priority in their busy busy lives.
9 Reasons Why a Person Would Ghost Another Person
As the stupid fucking self-help dating book once said (a million times) perhaps they’re “just not into you.”
They’re chicken-shit and don’t know how to say they’re not interested.
They have no idea HOW to text.
They saw the text, responded in their head, but forgot to do it in reality, and then they were embarrassed and decided to never talk to you again.
They discovered you were actually a crazy person and thought it best to slowly back away and ignore.
You’re just not very interesting and they don’t have time for you.
They don’t have time for you even though you are very interesting.
The person is an asshole.
The person actually died.
All of these things can and do happen. But, what do you do when you’re on the (not) receiving end of a Ghost?
Ghosting Part 2: How to Overcome the Ghost
Sure, yes, it sucks to be into someone and for them to not give you the attention you want back in the time-frame you expect their attention to return to you. Yet, here is my advice to you (and to myself… because yeah, I have gone through this too).
Put your phone down.
Go do something else.
Quit fucking caring about getting validation from someone else.
I know it’s easier said than done.
Once you start doing it though, it gets WAY easier and you’ll feel better overall anyway separating from the technology that keeps you down. Binds you to the constant scroll, the constant need for other people to pay attention to you.
If someone doesn’t text you back, it’s on them, not you.
It doesn’t matter the reason. It could be valid or it could be stupid regardless it’s not a reflection of who YOU are, it’s a reflection of them.
If you desire more attention, if you want someone involved in your life and that Ghost wants to be dead to you, let them be dead.
You don’t need to deal with the dead when being alive is hard enough as it is.
Ghosting: Bonus Part 3: A Better Way to Ghost
Finally, from my own personal experiences with ghosts and ghosting, I do my best to tell a person, “hey, I didn’t really feel a connection, but it was great meeting you. Good luck out there.” Then of course, if they continue to text me I will ghost. I will also accidentally ghost from time to time (see #4 and #8 and prob #6 or #7). I try not to beat myself up about it. I try to just carry on. As we all should.
Whether Your Sex Drive is High, Low, Or Medium Rare
Could Polyamory Save Sexually Incompatible Relationships?
I have always had an exceptionally high sex drive. The kind of high sex drive that would hump anything that happens to be in the same room when it revs up (here’s looking at you couch cushion… jk I’ve never done that… but now I’m thinking about it).
My sex drive is so high that when they put me on Prozac for depression I was actually excited when the doctor told me it could interfere with my desire to have sex. I was like, please Goddess, please interfere with my desire. And it did. Oh yes. I went from an extremely high sex drive to an above average sex drive.
In other words, I only wanted to hump whatever was in the room 80% of the time instead of 95%, which of course led me to get a few other things done–something I really cherished.
Of course, because I’m terribly stubborn and think I can overcome my depression and high-sex drive all by myself I have yet again stopped taking the Prozac and am back up to 95%.
Luckily I have Tinder and vibrators and fingers (and couches now I guess) oh yes, and the occasional person I’ve slept with before who happens to want to have sex with me again for some reason (probably not for my personality, but who really knows these days).
In any event. My sex drive is HIGH. Not as high as say Snoop Dogg on 420, but high nonetheless. Maybe as high as Ilana from Broad City when she’s hanging out in the bathroom stall during work. I have never dated a person with a sex drive as high as mine. In fact, several if not many of my relationships have ended because our levels of sexual desire were not compatible. In other words, they can’t fuck me enough*.
I’ve tried to get over it. That’s why I took up running and yoga. Reading and writing. Extreme masturbation (not sure what that is but it sounds like something I’d do). I tried just getting over it. I tried being happy with what I got. I always wanted more though. It’s just who I am. It’s how I’m built. Whatever. I like sex. I like a lot of sex. Almost everyone likes sex to some degree (minus the asexual people, which you do your thing and I’ll do mine, okay?).
So what do you do when you find someone you’re compatible with that has a totally different sex drive than yours?
Many relationship experts say that if you’re not sexually compatible than you should break up, move on, not even bother trying to work it out because you’ll always be disappointed one way or the other when it comes to getting your freak on (either too much in an attempt to please your partner or not enough in an attempt to please your partner).
But what if there was a solution?
This morning I started reading the book More Than Two (A practical guide to ethical polyamory). In the first chapter the authors write:
“Some people go into poly to have more sex; some people go into poly to have less sex.”
It’s weird because I’ve been reading theory and advice and having discussions on polyamory and monogamy for like, basically a decade now and probably because I myself have a high sex drive never had even considered that it could also work out well for people with LOW sex drives.
Let’s say that I want to have sex an average of about 5 to 7 times a week. My partner X is only really down for sex about 3 to 4 times a week. If we’re in polyamorous relationships then I could have another partner, Y, that was able to help me get off more and help X not have to have as much sex. And then Y can have sex with someone else too or just with K depending on Y’s sex drive levels.
K + X + Y = sexual fulfillment for all…
This is just a hypothetical scenario. But it COULD be a better option than ending a relationship just because one element is not aligned.
Does anyone else have an opinion on this matter?
Anyone else struggle with a low or high sex drive that makes it so you’re often not sexually compatible with your partner?
What have you done to find balance?
Would you consider polyamory as a solution?
Also, side note…
Many of you claim to read my blog on occasion. Awesome. Thank you! If you’d like, you can follow it. You can subscribe to my youtube channel and you can also follow me on Instagram to get updates as often as I update… which is usually daily unless I’m hungover.
*Admittedly when I was in the long-term 5+ years monogamous my sex drive did finally die, but that’s a story for another day… one I will prob never tell because I just told the gist of it.
There was only one time in my life when I considered becoming a mother. I had eaten a fuck ton of mushrooms and the pattern on the wall was telling my brain it was my destiny. When the trip ended, for days I was freaked out. I thought that I had been living all wrong; that the truth was in the mushrooms and I should indeed remove my IUD and find someone to reproduce with.
Prior to the mushroom adventure, I was pretty anti-child. The thought of a creature growing inside of me for nine months, pushing itself out of my vagina and then feeding off my boobs for years did not muster any encouraging steps toward making that a reality. I even went so far as to pretend to hate children so as to avoid the questions from of old people and family members who felt it was their business to know my life plan. If they knew I hated children perhaps they’d shut their fucking mouths up about it.
The truth is that I do not hate children; in fact, I find children to be fucking hilarious. Just the other day, I was at the Botanic Gardens and this random mom was with her daughter and they were arguing. The mom said, “well, if that is the case you can just go straight to bed when we get home.” To which the daughter screamed as if she was being murdered by her own kind, “NOOOO!!!! I WILL NOT. I AM SSSTTARRRVVVIIINNG.” This scream was so loud I’m sure they could hear it all the way on the other side of Cheesman Park. The child would not give up being shrill and bratty and otherwise terrible. This scene made me happy. I started laughing. I felt real fucking good to be alive. Why? Because that child was keeping it real. And that child was not my child to have to deal with.
Children are just like regular people, they just haven’t been here as long. And sometimes that lack of experience can lead to really interesting conversations.
My thing is, I don’t find it to be my personal path. I don’t think every woman should be or needs to be a mother.
I think it’s okay to not hate kids just because you don’t want them for yourself.
I think it’s okay to hate your kids on occasion when they’re acting like complete shitheads.
I also think it’s okay to change your mind about whether you want them or not. Of course, if you already have them and want to get rid of them, that’s complicated and not really possible. BUT if you haven’t wanted them your entire life and then you suddenly do, go you!
I hate to admit that some of the old people could have been right. I’m not saying they are right YET, but maybe they will be right about the whole thing they always used to say to me about finding the right person and then I will def want to have his babies.
I don’t know if that is true. It has not happened yet. I can’t really imagine it happening. I don’t want to say it will NEVER happen. Yet, I will say I am perfectly okay with it not happening.
One of my biggest concerns besides an 8 pound mass of human being squeezing out my vaginal walls and ripping me apart is the idea of rearing children in these insular environments. I believe in the old-school ways of community, tribe, town, all taking care of each other. I wouldn’t want to have kids and then have those kids trapped in a house with just me and one other person, the two of us having the sole responsibility of another soul or souls coming out right.
This is why I’m not afraid of polyamory. Wouldn’t it be better to have lots of loving relationships, lots of people learning, growing, teaching, taking care of each other? Just because a being comes out of me that doesn’t mean it belongs to me and only me.
When someone plays a song to a crowd does that song belong only to the song player?
We all have a responsibility to help take care of each other and to take care of the place we all live.
Do I myself NEED to become a mother? Not necessarily. And yes, it can be okay to actually be indifferent about it. To go with the flow of the universe and not be crazy concerned with whether a child comes out of my own body. We’re all connected anyway, what difference does it really make?
I’m grateful for my mother, my mother’s mother, all the mothers, mother earth especially.
Happy to be here and excited every day to see how life will unfold for me, for you, for everyone we know.
According to pretty much every definition I could find on what it means to be “liberal,” it would seem that perhaps I AM liberal and people who say they’re liberal are NOT actually liberal. OR… we need to redefine what being a liberal actually means.
At its most basic, a liberal is supposed to be someone who is open-minded, someone who is willing to respect or accept behavior or opinions different from one’s own.
From where I see it there are a lot of people out there who claim to be a liberal, but then neither respect or accept behavior or opinions of other people who are not also “liberal.”
I know, I know, it’s HARD to accept that other people think women shouldn’t have abortions or have access to birth control or even basic health care.
I know, I know, it’s HARD to accept that other people like being able to buy a machine gun as easy (if not easier) as it is to buy some Sudafed from the grocery store.
I know, I know, it’s HARD to accept that other people HATE other people for no good reason except they don’t like the way they look or the things they do naked (or in leather and chains etc.) in the bedroom.
But even though those people are WRONG, we still have to ACCEPT that they exist and that they have a right to their own thoughts and opinions.
Stay with me here.
Conservatives think that abortion is MURDER. Buying a gun is a fundamental RIGHT. Homosexuality is a SIN.
If you believed something was murder or went against your religious (or other) belief systems wouldn’t you be a little ATTACHED to those ideas? Even if half of an entire culture disagrees.
A person’s belief system creates one’s value system and one’s value system is how people find connection, love, community, reasons to continue living etc.
So, if conservatives are right and liberals are right, wouldn’t that make EVERYONE wrong?
How can you even go about changing someone’s belief system, transforming someone’s values?
If you’re a vegan and you believe that meat is MURDER and you go around yelling at everyone to stop eating meat, how many people do you think are going to stop eating meat?
Not very many.
Because no one likes being yelled at.
How have vegans tricked so many people into cutting meat from their diet?
Scare tactics mostly.
But, most of the people who get scared into going vegan don’t stay vegan.
It’s only through rational conversation and leading by example does true change take place.
This goes for ALL beliefs, perspectives, etc.
It doesn’t feel good when someone tells you that you’re wrong when deep down you believe in the core of your being that you’re right. It makes you not want to associate with the person who makes you feel bad about what you believe.
And I know, I know, a lot of you are SCREAMING at me. You’re telling me that you wouldn’t WANT to hang out with a sexist racist homophobic conservative republican. FFIINNEE!!! Continue to NOT hang out with them. Whatever.
But we’re never going to get anywhere if we’re just sitting around yelling at each other on the internet.
Or if we all avoid confrontation with someone of different beliefs because it’s not a nice feeling to be wrong.
Not everything is nice. This shit isn’t nice. This shit is necessary. It’s necessary to have the conversations, to respect other people’s perspectives, to lead by example, to be right, to be wrong, to not feel guilty about the fact that you can’t get everyone in the world to believe everything you believe in… because maybe… just maybe… not everything you believe in is actually something you should believe in… and it’s not until you get with yourself and get with people outside of yourself, outside your group of not-as-open-minded-as-you-pretend-to-be-friends, that maybe we can repair some of the major damage we’re all doing to each other.
So, friends and frienemies, am I right? Am I wrong? Did this piss you off a little bit? Did it turn you on? Are you ready to have some ugly /not nice conversations? Not just with others but also with yourself? Tell me your thoughts. I’m OPEN to hear you.