Long-term side-effects?

a look at this thread: http://www.reuniting.info/node/726. So far all we can find from the medical profession is that "ejaculation frequency is not a risk factor for prostate cancer." There have been many studies done...on all sorts of factors (number of ejaculations, number of partners, VDs, marriage, etc.). And it seems like all of them end up with slightly opposite conclusions...which suggests that none are clear risk factors.

We'd be really interested in anything those people have to back up their claims that avoiding orgasm is dangerous. It seems to me that your body would make sure you ejaculate, one way or the other (wet dream, if necessary), before it allows you to harm yourself.

When I asked an MD who was into tantra, he said he said that as long as one is "moving energy well," he didn't see a risk. Personally, I think constantly rushing up to the Edge of Orgasm and jamming on the brakes would not be a good idea.

Sounds like an X-Files episode.

Fox Mulder and Dana Scully are assigned to investigate a sudden worldwide epidemic of exploding prostates. They discover something in common among the victims: they all have an obscure web site, reuniting.info, in their browser histories, or they have a book, Peace Between the Sheets, both authored by a woman in Oregon who advocated an unusual lovemaking technique, as well as abstinence from watching porn. Mulder and Scully discover that porn is created by the aliens to enslave the human population. The aliens also abducted Al Gore and implanted in his mind the plans for creating the internet, the purpose being to make porn readily available to everyone. Unfortunately, some of the men who found the reuniting site tried to withdraw from porn and masturbation too suddenly, with disastrous results...

my only side-effect has been an uncanny urge to hump anything that moves, and even something that doesn't (depends on the shape). I'll let you know if my prostate explodes.

You guys crack me up.

great story!! laughed a lot and like the ending...!

I am and cannot even remember what it was we were discussing.

Porn producing aliens are the worst. Little known fact that there was a scene about this very topic in the original Men in Black but it got deleted by the CIA before release to prevent this very conspiracy from being revealed.

Another little known fact is that I live in close proximity to said Oregon author as the geology of the area and unusual magnetic characteristics of the Oregon Vortex prevent porn aliens from aiming their prostate exploding beams on kareeza practicing devotees!

At least Gary and I are safe...for now....

Honest!

Richard

So glad to hear that.

For those who don't know, the Oregon Vortex IS eerie. It's a small patch of land that birds and insects avoid. Assayers used it to weigh gold during the mining days, because it shortchanged the miners.

Weird things happen there that distort your perception. I couldn't feel the magnetic change itself, but Gary could. http://www.oregonvortex.com/media.htm#

The porn aliens have reached as far as Portland thugh - They like the nebulous, damp habitat here, the valleys they can descend upon, resting in disguise of thick fog of enormous mass and breadth.

The sedating effect of this fog upon the handsome princes of Portland extends until it becomes a growing slime mold, a ginormous palatial fungus. The fungus becomes delectable, for all memory of other flavors has been wiped clean from the sensual database of the city's inhabitants.

The female folk of the valley and town have been swept away by the aliens in a secret sex ritual funded by the Department of Defense in which a ritual is performed on the women called "Discombobulation" - a ritual, like all rituals, carried out with a very specific and significant cultural purpose. "Discombobulation" is a close relative of "Shock and Awe" and has long been recognized as a modern-day form of spiritual circumcision. It entails reaching far within the womb and extracting the most crucial piece of women's anatomy: a single small gleaming pearl, suspended perfectly in the divine empty stillness of their wombs.

The women did not know why this was done to them, or who the aliens were. The aliens, it turns out, were actually mining the pearls. They had found the pearls to be an invaluable resource, since they radiate a , nurturing, clear light that has a long, slow, steady pulse. The important thing about this pulse is that it resonates with the Earth's gravitational Schumann Resonance. Use of the potent essence not only fuels cities, but it helps to keep the alien's planets in orbit.

Now, without this pearl, the women walked about stricken, numb and dumb through the sedating fog. Something felt off, missing, not-quite-right, not-quite-fully-themselves. They felt it deep inside, in the very core, and began to move their hips about, gyrating round the now-empty space, seeking to sense out what had been there. Some watching froggy-brained princes enjoyed this gyrating motion. They convinced the women they could make good money dancing naked for them while they looked for this thing. The women became strippers and porn stars. Sleep-deprived, adrenal-fatigued, sexually-traumatized by the Discombobulation Process, but finally confirmed of their value as humans in monetary form, they went home and had raucus/mediocre sex with their vampirish boyfriends, then slept well into the next day.

Dawn came with a sunrise for once not obscured by clouds, but the blinds were drawn and the sleeping couple was not awake to witness it.

Meanwhile, aliens from planet Enantiodromia have been summoned on urgent call from within the walls of the Classical Chinese Gardens in downtown Portland. The call comes from a young Taoist-sage-reincarnated-as-a-lovely Hermaphrodite named Amos, who works in the teahouse at the Chinese Gardens. He is one of the Enantiodromian co-conspirators in the assignment of catalyzing human transformation. He survives the harsh city conditions through replenishment in the sensual and exquisite beauty of the placid and fragrant garden, nourished by the pomegranates and persimmons that drop from the trees, and drinking the dawn dew from the gardenias.

Amos had been conceived in a crystal cave deep below the forests of Ashland. The crystal cave was the home of his parents, the Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine who have no names. Making love on a huge open oyster shell, the Divine Masculine and Feminine practiced Karezza all day. With each wave of love and ecstatic affection, the cave would fill further with gleaming pearls.

One day, the Divine Masculine spilled his seed by accident because a nearby earthquake rumbling from the tortured city of Portland caused the cave to shake so much, it caused a sudden movement of turbulent friction, and in his distraction, the divine masculine began to come into his Lovely Bride. Luckily, this chain of events had been prophesied in the Dead Sea Scrolls, and so the Divine Masculine, upon realizing that the moment had come to express his deepest love for the Divine Feminine, came exhultantly into her as he looked into her eyes and down into her receptive heart. Love poured out his penis , rippled up into her cervix, and filled her with the most sublime exhaltation and acceptance of him.

The result was Amos, reincarnation of Lao Tzu, but in this lifetime destined to be head server at the teahouse in the Classical Chinese Gardens in downtown Portland.

One day, Hotspring and Marnia met in the Garden after many exchanges over the internet. Amos had been forewarned of their meeting in the prophesy. He strode elegantly over the bridge, carrying a tray of freshly-steeped Osmanthus blossoms for the women to bring to their noses and then soft lips as they gently sipped in the silence, before beginning to discussed the part they were to play in the further unfolding of the future of the human race.

"I have good news for you, Marnia," Hotspring reported. "I have received in the mail a letter from Hayduke informing me of signifigant advances amongst the princes in the far Snowy North. It seems the tranquility of the winters there have such a peaceful, ethereal, light quality that the people wake up with vigour to the Natural Freshness of Nature and their True Selves every winter and come out of their spells. He also reports an increasing and unexplainable detection of a Pearl-Like Light emmanating from the Wombs of many Women . . . . "

[perhaps to be continued . . . . ]

I very much enjoyed this second visit to that beautiful garden. Remember the amazingly warm, sunny weather we received - so uncharacteristic of a May day in soggy Portland? It did seem like Something Beneficent was afoot...or aloft.

My "fictional" take on The Plot was sparked by a book called "Bringers of the Dawn" (if I remember correctly). It said we were "endocrinely encoded to awaken now." I had this vision of humanity, gradually becoming more and more sensitive to the changes that follow conventional sex. First the outliers, the most sensitive, would realize the gifts of this other way (and the costs of the other), then the slightly less sensitive...and so on...until everyone could see their options clearly.

Rapid progress would be easy once people really saw their options. Recreational sex could be just that. Relationship sex could be had, too, whenever two felt called to go deeper.

And there would no longer be the current painful, discouraging grinding of the gears between lovers, which occurs because people blindly try to use the same approach for both goals.

This "gnosis" (knowledge) would restore trust between the sexes, and they would be able to rediscover their untapped synergy...not just lovers, but on a much larger scale.

Clever Amos! (Although I, too, sense Lao Tzu - and Alice, J. William, Rudolf, some Gnostics, and various Cortezia folk cheering him on.)

There is a widespread misconception that abstinence may cause prostate cancer, stemming from one study saying that sexual activity may lower the risk of prostate cancer. Of course, 'it may lower the risk' doesn't mean abstinence would cause cancer, but that probably made for a more flashy newspaper title.

However, even that study only found a decreased risk for a certain category of subjects, which category could have been severely biased by the fact that people had to report the frequency of ejaculation from up to 50 years ago. For other categories it actually found that abstinence reduces the risk of prostate cancer, as a few other studies have found before.

This post discusses the odd study and its sources of bias:

http://gradedhypothesis.blogspot.com/2011/07/ejaculation-frequency-and-p...