It's hard for me to imagine guys masturbating, seriously, in real life, on their own time. Today, on the train home from work, my innocent, naive world was shattered. As I looked across the lonely midnight-hour train, a man was stroking -- what is that long, brown, rod-like contraption? -- his penis. As if there was nothing wrong with what he was doing, he petted his genitals like the cutest puppy of the litter. He wasn't even old or creepy looking; he was in his 20s, dressed quasi-shabbily. So many questions flooded my head. Why? Why me? What does he expect me to do? He couldn't wait until he got home? Is he doing it for me? Or does he just not care if I see? How did his dick get hard? What is he thinking about?
How do people fall into that realm of sexual deviance?
People are fucked up. Sex is such a large part of human nature, and given that humans are generally fucked up, their sexual behavior is bound to exhibit some sort of deviance here and there -- sometimes way out there. Cincinnati bowties, rusty trombones, public masturbation, "the shocker," stuffing, rimming, swingers' parties -- why? Bestiality? Child pornography? How? How does it get to that point? How does a show like "To Catch A Predator" thrive so buoyantly? Why are there so many men willing to meet a 13-year-old off of the internet, with intentions of popping her pre-pubescent cherry? Why is it not uncommon to witness a man pleasuring himself on public transportation, alternately gazing at you and the Express newspapers strewn about the floor?
What the hell is wrong with people? Or is it "in" to be a perv? After an actual, audible gasp, I twiddled my thumbs and tried to ctrl-alt-del the mental image of Simple Jack jacking off. The saddest part is that he and his legion of masturbateurs are probably terrorizing the lives of all young iPod-blasting girls who ride the train alone after dark. Barf, and good night.
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