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Masturbation

By | 2018-04-22T17:47:52+01:00 August 22nd, 2013|"That's Queer"|
Once-upon-a-time, catalogues only, at least for boys.
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n aSteven King horror novel later made into a hugely successful move, Carrie is in the girl’s high school shower when she begins menstruating for the first time. Her fanatic mother had never told her about the basics of puberty. Carrie is ashamed and terrified. I grew up in a religious area of Canada in which that kind of high school scenario was hardly unusual.

Menstruation is among the surest sign that a girl has reached sexual maturity, and biology is following its proper course. In recent decades, napkin and tampon manufacturers have smartly re-framed the experience. Now, menstruation can be considered an opportunity for a mother to share and support her daughter’s passage into womanhood.

But what about boys? A good indication that a boy is reaching sexual maturity is masturbation. For many boys this is also experienced with fear, shame and guilt.

I’ve heard many mothers complain about their son’s “disgusting” laundry. Are they really concerned about crusty sheets, underwear and socks, or is this moral indignation? If the latter, maybe the next time they pick up sanitary napkins for their maturing daughters they might also pick up a cum cloth or two for their maturing sons. Laundry problem solved.

As the joke goes, studies show that 90 percent of all men masturbate, and 10 percent of all men are liars. A boy’s “significant male” should be the one to tell him what’s about to hit him, but that’s not always possible. Fathers who walk away from that speech, and from discussing masturbation, make me wonder why they chose to become a parent in the first place.

Last year, I was visiting some friends one evening, both medical professionals. Their adolescent boy had an exam next day so he went to bed early. At some point he reappeared and asked for some sleeping medicine.

“Only take a few drops,” his mother warned.

“You don’t want to be drowsy in the morning,” his father added.

Off the boy went to get the medicine and return to bed.

I looked at both his parents in disbelief. Had someone forgotten to tell them that adolescent boys come with a built-in sleeping aid?

A couple of years ago in Milan, I had a contract to teach an Iraqi boy English. He only spoke Arabic, not a word of Italian. Though there was an active group of Muslims at his work place, the boy was an orthodox Christian and didn’t fit in. My husband and Alberto and I were his only friends.

One evening during dinner at our place he said, “I’m exhausted. I can’t sleep at nights.”

“Did you try wanking,” I suggested.

“I’m a Christian. I can’t wank. It’s a sin.”

I rolled my eyes, “Considering the mess in Iraq, I suspect God has bigger problems on his hands.”

The next day I met him. He grinned. “I slept last night.”

“I’m sure God will forgive you,” I said laughing.

“Yes, but I had to do it twice.”

“Hey, enjoy it while you can.”

If parents are not talking to their maturing sons, who is? Very likely someone who will misinform them and fill them with guilt and shame about a natural and important part of their becoming sexually mature. Obviously, the online world has made more material available to both straight and gay boys. But I’m still surprised by the current level of ignorance, and shame.

Growing up, my friend Keven used Xaviera Hollander’s “The Happy Hooker” as his “guide” while my other friend David studied a Super 8 film called “Sex-a-Rama” he found at the bottom of his Dad’s closet. As a gay kid, finding “instructional material” was tougher, and I wasn’t alone. I was confined to the two pages of men’s underwear and bathing suits in the Sears catalogue.

Of course, I was very secretive and nobody even suspected why I spent such long hours in the bathroom. One night I went to my room and discovered a pamphlet on my dresser titled, “Masturbation, Is It Wrong?” written by a priest (theologians often used the words “heinous,” “deplorable” and “hideous”). The priest concluded with the question, “But ask yourself, if masturbation is healthy and natural, why do you feel so guilty afterwards?”

At the time, I didn’t recognize his convoluted logic and thought to myself, it’s true, I do feel guilty. Who knew the Sears catalogue could be so dangerous? I vowed to stop my insidious practices before I damaged myself. Happily, my vows only lasted about six hours.

Now as an adult, though I do wear thick glasses and at times my mental sanity has been called into question, my spine is not crooked. I may spend eternity languishing in inferno, but at least I sleep at night. As a wise old drag queen I know often says, “Sex is proof that God has a really great sense of humor.”

About the Author:

Mark Campbell
Mark David Campbell grew up in a town north of Lake Ontario, Canada. He holds a doctorate in social cultural anthropology and spent two decades studying and working internationally. While on a project in Greece, he met an Italian doctor, fell in love, got married and set up house in Italy. He paints, writes and teaches, dividing his time between Milan and Lago Maggiore.

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