
Disclaimer off the bat! The majority of this post concerns my giving up pornography and masturbation for the past week. If that’s something you’d prefer to avoid having that image of me in your head, feel free to skip this one. For the next week, I’m also not going to consume any caffeine, thanks for dropping by!
For those of you hanging around, here’s a quick update on the trial as a whole. I did my best to avoid discussing this at Thanksgiving, though my mom did try to pry out some details. I was able to change the subject thanks to a cousin of mine (Thanks Jason!). On the subject of Thanksgiving, I do have something I need to confess. Due to a minor mixup, I accidentally had a drink of alcohol. My brother was drinking a nice dark stout and I had a cup of root beer, after a bit of moving around I picked up the wrong cup. The smell caught me off guard a bit but figured it couldn’t be my sweet delicious root beer. I was quickly proven very incorrect. Regardless of intention, that’s a strike for me.
While I may have slipped up on not drinking, I have thus far been successful in addition from last week. It helped that for a few days I was staying with family for the holiday, but even just the couple days I’ve been home have been an interesting thing to reflect on. Until I straight up forced myself not to watch any porn or choke the chicken, I never realized how much of a habit I had formed. There have been days where I’ve gotten home from work and started to wind down. Then I stop and think, “what do I do now?” I used to just fill a small chunk of my day watching bad acting that afterward feels like a bit of a waste of time. There are days when I actually become frustrated and look for something to distract me from the thought.
Putting myself on the spot to write about this has got me thinking a lot about how contradictory our culture’s approach to sexuality can be. Writing this makes me a bit uncomfortable thinking about the fact that nearly anyone in the world can read this post. At the same time, I can hop over to numerous websites or flip on the TV to watch a program or advertisement that is overwhelmingly sexual. I feel that pornography and sex are somehow simultaneously celebrated and demonized in popular culture. Who knows, maybe it’s just the sexual frustration building up in me.
Measuring the effect of not masturbating is not only difficult but a fairly odd thing to try and do. The time put elsewhere is a straightforward measure, which I’m glad I didn’t get a stopwatch out for a “control measurement.” This is weird enough to write about as is. Something I’ve heard from time to time is that porn and masturbation tend to allow complacency in intimacy and/or relationships. I’ve been single for quite some time, but recently have been thinking about trying that whole dating thing again, even if it’s not anything serious at first. I wonder if this trial will give me the push to do something about that, I guess time will tell.
Overall, this challenge was mostly inspired by something I heard on a podcast which the interviewee, who I am failing to find the name of, called the month of rage! The month of rage involves no alcohol, caffeine, or sexual activity. The plan seemed like something fit for this blog, so when I stopped drinking, I figured why not slowly introduce the other elements too. The full month might still be something on the table for the future though.
If you made it this far, I appreciate it! This was pretty tough to write. I found myself second-guessing myself and questioning what the hell I should write here. As I already mentioned, I’ll be adding caffeine to the list of sacrifices for the next couple weeks. I’ll be adding one more next week to add a final cherry on top of the psuedo-month of rage, so stay tuned!



