What was Chrissie Amphlett’s mum thinking when her daughter sang ‘When I think of you, I touch myself’? That would have to be a confronting song for any mum to hear her daughter sing. ‘Chrissie! Sing mummy that lovely touching song again – your nanna loves it.’ Except for me – I reckon I’d be proud. In fact, I’ve just put it in my will as the song I want them to play at my funeral. I want a choir. I want the whole damn congregation to sing it. And Auslan interpreters.
Masturbation, and in particular, female masturbation is still taboo. I mean you don’t rock up to work going ‘sorry I’m late – had a big morning masturbation sesh’ then go hit up on the hand sanitiser. Maybe Mrs Amphlett was proud, or maybe she just put her fingers in her ears and sang ‘la la la’. If Mrs Amphlett was part of the Christian Mothers Against Masturbation she would have been down on her knees for Jesus, (which sounds sexual in itself – there are probably Christians masturbating right now just thinking about such desperate acts of floor-based contrition.)
This morning, as I lay in bed pleasuring myself by rolling my finger across my Facebook feed, I discovered this American anti-masturbation lobby group, and another one called stopmasturbationnow.org – ‘Surely this is a joke?’ I thought. But no. These people are total wankers. Anti-wank, wankers.
For these fundamentalist Christians, self-stimulation is one sure way to lose your key to the promised land. ‘Make sure she has never raped her sin cave’ declares one meme… ‘It is never ok to marry a masturbator.’ For this crew, the sound of one hand praying is the sound of eternal damnation. As one of the meme’s informed me: ‘You need two hands to climb God’s staircase’. Of course the masturbator in me thought, but you only need one hand to guide you down the slippery slope to hell. After all girls, the clitoris is the ‘devil’s doorbell’, and when no-one’s home, many of us have given it a damn good ringing. When it comes to buzzing the Christian clitoris, ‘Avon Calling’ takes on a whole new meaning.
Most orthodox religions see masturbation as a form of pleasure outside God’s design. But how can that be true? If God didn’t want us to enjoy our lovely genitals then we wouldn’t have such well-placed arms. Some Christians have even gone to the extreme of making their children wear anti-masturbatory sleep gloves. They’re covered in spikes. Although, what’s a deterrent for some will be added gratification for others. I’ve Googled them. They look like essential items for entry to the Hellfire club. In fact, I’ve been online for the last half hour trying to order some, for myself. Research of course.
It’s hard to believe that anyone could promote such a repressive and stupid approach to sexuality, and that anyone would go along with it. Rather than a healthy relationship with one’s body with the positive health benefits of relieving stress, helping you sleep, and making you feel good, they see sensual self-pleasure as spiritual self-pollution.
One night, driving back from a gig I accidentally tuned into Christian radio. I couldn’t turn it off. Grown men were calling in and crying about their masturbation addiction (a dick shunned). It was horrible. It was 2am and I was alone in the car with these late night dirty masturbators who were plagued with guilt, self-loathing and wanker’s remorse. One poor man was beside himself. He called himself ‘chronic’. He had been trying to stop for years. As he talked about his long, hard, battle with masturbation, his voice went all funny. Then he hung up. Then the announcer asked us all to pray for him. I was tempted to ring in to suggest the poor chap needed hands on healing.
I can’t stop thinking about what it must be like attending a meeting of the Christian Mothers Against Masturbation. This group, who meet monthly, to stamp out self-gratification, spend the entire meeting talking about the evils of masturbating. First item on the agenda: The Sin Cave. Second: taking the batteries out of the doorbell…
Surely after an hour or so they must feel the devil’s stirrings? Does Doris excuse herself to do a little hard-core private praying? The other mothers hear her religious ecstasy from the other room ‘Oh God Oh God Oh God – JESUS!’
Life is so ironic. Sometimes the biggest wankers, aren’t actually wankers at all.