"Ew. . .Masturbators."

I’ll never forget an experience I had decades ago with my final “transitional” LJBF situation. This was a situation where there was considerable sexual tension throughout (not the textbook predatory LJBF situations we all know about), but having just come off of 2 excruciating relationships, I decided to simply “manage” the thing rather than breaking friend or breaking fuck. [NB: I do not recommend this sort of thing to anybody.]

She was a slender blonde beauty, artsy and whimsical, who went to all the right schools™ and was generally good company. I was still learning my fundamentals at this point, but we nonetheless had a fun, flirty time, and I gleaned valuable insights by taking in her candid remarks about men.

One day, we were in a cafe and oversaw some dweeby guys across the room. The gal looked at them for a second, then looked back at me as if she had just eaten some bad seafood. She shuddered visibly and said,

“Ew. . .Masturbators.”

This was a seminal (heh) moment for me, but it would take years to fully unpack.

Firstly, the obvious implication was that masturbating men were gross. Any idiot would get that.

But what was interesting was that she didn’t have to ask if they were masturbators. She just visually clocked them as such. That was interesting. At the time, perhaps, I thought that jacking off was some sort of well guarded male secret that somehow women had no idea about (NB: idiot). But looking back, that is of course ridiculous.

Her offense, in the end, was twofold: One, the total unsexualness of these boys reminded her of the inept, unmotivated, ball-drained libidolessness of the jacking class. They were “low energy” and low interest.

But the more cutting side of the outburst was: “These were the sorts of men who had to masturbate.”

And that was the harder blow.

Years later I developed a friendship with a 6’6” European man who had a 1000 woman notch count as well as a 10" dick, which I know, because he showed me a picture of it within an hour of meeting him.

His conquests included the super models I grew up masturbating to myself in the 80s and all manner of 9s, 10s, and beyond. (Also note that he had many 6’s under his belt too. He did not discriminate as much as he could have, which, paradoxically, speaks to his higher testosterone levels, not lower. More on this at another time.)

He is no idle braggart neither (though he is a normal braggart). He has the physicality, stature, looks, and at one point wealth to make this utterly believable.

And in passing one day, he mentioned that he never masturbates, mainly because he doesn’t need to. He can get laid literally whenever he wants, so why milk it yourself when you have a lifetime pass to the dairy?

Masturbation has many, many ills, all of which are compounding. If you are too jacked off to get jacked, then you are in a libido death spiral. The lack of motivation to do anything, much less approach and/or fuck girls sucks all the joie out of vivre, and you really become an empty besuited suck sack of life.

But I’ve written about this before.

What should be grokked from the present piece is that there is a breed of men who simply do not masturbate. Some of them are Swiss Watch Christians, wound so tightly they are about to burst. But many are men who have their pick of pussy and just don’t need to get their own hands dirty.

The sexiness of men like this can not be overstated. The *lack* of masturbating in their cases, only enhances their sexual charge, which only gets them more and easier pussy, which even more reduces the thought of - much less the need to - take matters into their own hands.

It is a *virtuous* spiral of living life to the fullest and only emptying your balls into the hottest of the hot, who are the women these men tend to fuck the most (though, as above, absolutely not always).

Now, can you will yourself to a massive musculature, cut jaw, lifetime of pirate-like violence and adventure that this particular man has? Likely no. He is gifted in this stuff.

But he has friends who play at his level who are far less physically impressive, but were likely getting pussy into their early teens, thus short circuiting the porno bullet train to misery most boys board before they even know what they are doing.

Gentlemen, get off that train and stop getting off. As they say, the best time to plant a tree was twenty years ago. The next best time is today. Same goes for your own seed, except in reverse. Because the sooner you can ride the swell of that virtuous spiral, the more life force you will have to cultivate to build it over time.

You may not reach the heights of my friend, who lived a charmed life, at least while his youthful looks outweighed his personality deficiencies, but you will live a vastly better life than the endless hoards of “Ew. . .Masturbators,” streaming day and night the fantasies they will never realize.

Like any self-development, you wouldn't need it if you already had it. Let’s just admit that. But there are still many things you can do, particularly if you have been focused on traditional “game” and bolstered it with real world achievements where it counts.

The best outcome is that you come close to the levels of the gifted *plus* you have the hard won experience to avoid the pitfalls they almost invariably fall into because they never had to work at it (once my friend’s dick dried off, it was almost always downhill).

The worst case, of course, is that you look at them in their ease and just give up. If you do, there is a willing world, ready to embrace you and your sorrow. Miserable company will be in abundant supply if you go this route, but it will smother your soul dead.

Don’t do it.

Take the harder road and keep your chi in abatement.

And start today.

Then every day hence, you can look back at the life force you are living and know that but for your discipline today, it would have been squandered into a sock and left for dead. You will live more and better days for every drop of cum you keep in your nuts. And the future you will thank you, your women will thank you, and in invisible ways, the rest of us will thank you as well for the virile contribution you will make to a society that can barely get it up to save itself.

Give your dick the cold shoulder and get ‘er done.