On masturbation.

One hell of a day, Wednesday. One more reminder why I don't go to strange places more often.

Okay, I got myself to train on time. The first ten minutes I walked in circles (what a classic) and after that I walked twenty minutes to the wrong direction. I mean, one road, two possibilities and I go to the wrong way. I have an undefeatable ability to get lost anywhere. I almost burst into tears when I saw Stockmann and I knew where I was. Later that day when I used the subway for the second time in my life (I went to Kallio to meet my cousin) I was slightly nervous getting back up in daylight worrying (what if I had left the "train" too late or too early and I wasn't in Kallio after all). I don't think I've ever been so happy to see Seksipiste the sex shop.

The concert was great. It was an interesting coincidence that I wore clothes almost exactly the same as the singers did. White shirt, black tie... Of course Cristina Scabbia looks so much better than I do... and sounds amazing, too. It was an excellent experience to see them play live. It never ceases to amaze me how different the songs can be when played live and on the record.

After the concert I also went to DTM. My first time in a gay bar. My first time in any bar, for that matter. I've never free willingly gone to a bar without there being a band I want to see perform live. It wasn't exactly as I imagined it but it was an interesting experience, just to sit there among people of my kind and reliving the concert in my head before going to bed.

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I have a confession to make. I did something last night that I quite possible should regret. I couldn't sleep and my mind was going around Her again. My thoughts were running wild and I ended up firing the Surgeon General (masturbating, that is). I was so carried away with my fantasy that I completely forgot that my roommate was home, sleeping (hopefully...) in the next room. Unfortunately, the walls are not soundproof and silence isn't one of my virtues in any aspect of my life. I stopped when I remembered her presence. Now I regret it, though. I would have had an orgasm of a lifetime.

Here's an interesting anecdote: the slang phrase for masturbating used above derives from an incident in the United States. The Surgeon General (the head of Public Health Service Commissioned Corps) in 1994 was Joycelyn Elders who said once in public that maybe it should be put in school curricula that masturbating is perfectly healthy and normal part of human sexuality. Numerous Christian groups began spreading their hypocritical and conservative, holier-than-thou views on sexuality again, forcing the president to ask for Elders’ resignation (read: firing her). Hence the expression "firing the Surgeon General". Why is it that they seem so interested in what happens in someone else’s bedroom miles away, alone or under the mutual agreement of two (or more xD) adults?

Another interesting anecdote, but first, hand up those who have ever eaten Kellogg’s Corn Flakes! Yeah, me too. But did you know that when the Kellogg brothers accidentally created corn flakes by leaving cooked wheat to sit, they were actually trying to create a natural medicine to prevent masturbation? Well, penicillin was accidental, too.

"We know that more than 70-80% of women masturbate, and 90% of men masturbate, and the rest lie." -Joycelyn Elders-