So What? I enjoy myself.

Growing up I can always remember that I had a “cool mom”, she was the mom that took me an my friends across 2 state lines to see our favorite band play, she would get us pizza in the middle of the night because we sounded bored and she was always there to help us with any questions we had about (gasp) sex. She was a single mom who had to work just to get us by. She was a heavy set red head in the midst of thin blondes. We lived in a upper class white neighborhood, but we were always the odd ones. The other moms were not so open with their children and didn’t always like the things I would come to school spouting off the things I learned at home.

There are times I can remember coming home from elementary school and asking such questions such as “What is a blow job?”, and sure enough my mother told me. The one incident that always stuck with me was the time I questioned her about masturbation. The look on my mothers face was horrific, you would have thought I told her about committing murder. At that point I knew that things were changed. Quickly my once fun and open mother became less willing to answer my questions. That was 7 years ago.

I am a female who is an open book when it comes to sexuality and my opinions on it, but the one thing I never talk about is masturbation. This stems from that awkward day with my mother. I can tell my friends anything and vice versa, but yet we never get to the topic of how often and if we even do masturbate. We crack jokes while in sex shops and make occasional comment about what kind of porn we watch. But we never really discuss it. Guys are able to give gritty details about jerking off and sometimes do it while around each other, but that is a rarity. Women should be able to talk openly about masturbation with one another.

I am a woman. I throughly enjoy watching pornography (Shine Louise Houston has made some great stuff for those of you who are to scared to ask). And I masturbate.