May is National Masturbation Month, and we’re celebrating with , a series exploring the finer points of self-pleasure.
We did it, folks. We spent the past year in quarantine making the most of public safety-necessitated celibacy by and turning the pandemic into a chance to reconnect with ourselves through self-love, explore what sexuality means to us when we’re alone, etc, etc, etc.
Now, we’re fucking tired.
Despite record toy sales, indicates that our relationship to masturbation throughout quarantine wasn’t quite as popping as many presumed. Even the shaky promise of Hot Vax Summer Horn Fest doesn’t seem to be resuscitating our genitals, according to many who to describe lingering fears and anxieties.
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