I masturbate almost every day. If I’m bored or feel the urge, I will do it a couple of times a day. I figure if masturbation is so healthy, then I’ll be damned if I’m going to deny myself a dose of healthiness. And yet, while I do masturbate regularly, there have been times in my life when I haven’t. Extended periods of time, to be exact.

On many of those occasions, it was because I was coming out of a relationship and orgasms were the furthest thing from my brain. Or because my depression flared up and, again, orgasms weren't exactly on the top of my to-do list; just getting through the day was hard enough. 

But there have also been times when I was completely in the right state of mind and abstained from masturbating anyway because of where I was physically — not emotionally. For example, at my parents’ house. I cannot masturbate at their house. I just can’t. I wouldn’t feel comfortable, for whatever reason, so I just don’t do it.

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