My girlfriend has a subscription to "Psychology Today" magazine, appropriate for a therapist. Even before we lived together I would look at her copy of the magazine and read an article here or there—really annoys her when I start reading it before she gets a chance to. I have suggested that maybe she needs therapy to work on that annoyance. She suggested that maybe I needed to be less of a smartass.
So it's been awhile since I've posted on this site. In the three years since I last blogged I've had a lot of victory over masturbation and the inevitable fallout. In late 2013/2014 I went for 5 months without bringing myself to ejaculation. It was a long hard road and since then I'll occasionally go for 2-3 month dry spells. I was also in a relationship where I experienced the power of affectionate touch. Such peace and contentment....and the incredible sleep I would have after I would cuddle with my sweetheart.
A forum member shared this 2010 item with me. It's written by a Belgian named Philppe De Coster. Here's an excerpt, with his take on karezza:
Another way of experiencing spirituality in sex is by focusing on feeling in harmony and united with your partner on different energy levels. This is like a sexual meditation.
‘The Intelligent Gardener’ changed how I garden. My garden is more productive and its produce more flavorful than ever before.
One troubling reason why millennials are less sexually active than their parents is the warped behaviour they learn from the internet. Now there's a group trying to ‘reboot’ their mindsets
Due to work schedules, travel and a toddler, my husband and I haven’t had the opportunity to try more than the first exchange listed in the back of “Cupid’s Poisoned Arrow.”
That first time I was nervous about his reaction. First, because I know he is willing to give karezza another attempt, but isn’t as convinced as I feel right now. I wanted it to be a positive experience for both of us.
So inspiring to see what these young guys can do when they wake up from their trances!
When I was a pre-teen, about to go off to camp, my mother told me that I had a special place I could touch, that felt very nice. But that if I did that, it would cause me to think about and want to have sex. I'm sure there's more to what she said. There are holes in that story. Clearly I knew this special place was not on my big toe, but how did she express that? I don't remember. All I know is, I didn't discover masturbation until I was in college. (After which, my mom's talk finally made sense, at least the touching feeling nice part.)