Even When I log in I’m being mocked!

Hello Fellow Monkeys,

You know, I believe WordPress.com is mocking me.  I was being nosy and checking out my stats (not great – surely I’m not just typing in obscurity for my troubles?) but there’s an ad for hosting that says “Be the Master of your own domain.”  Twats. I’m doing what I can.

Anyway, I cracked after a day and a half without jerking off.  The stats are currently

Last Wank: 7:01am

Material: Tasteful porn (satin, silk, women)

Time Since: 12 hours approximately

Oddly enough I don’t feel too bad right now.  Yesterday I was stressing again.  Work stuff.  You know the style: bad-ass job, requires now results that you have to get other people to do and the guy who told you the job left key pieces of information out.  Right?  Anyway, that was all kicking off.  And as for my office “mates” (read here: arseholes) wibbling on about their own stuff.  And since I need one of said arseholes (let’s call this one Dobby, as she looks like that weird Harry Potter character) to sign off on something, things get majorly passive-aggressive, as only office workplaces do.  Seriously I’d prefer all office conflicts to be settled like typical schoolyard fights.  Serious name calling or a fight until the bosses arrive to break things up.  Though my boss is 6 hours away so that timing could be tricky…

So yes, I feel pretty good tonight and ready to tackle things head on.  Day and a half is not too bad but I’m going to make it to three days.

Just two and a half days to go.

Shuffling Monkey…

Acceptance + Trial & Error =

Hello Folks,

So in my previous post a alluded to being stressed.  For those interested in what I do I work with computers.  Not in the cool “freaky cutting edge” stuff.  No.  I do the customer-facing stuff which is like having hundreds of people watching your every move and second guessing you.  Which is a pain when you’re insecure about where you fit into the world.

I’m a transvestite you see.  You won’t know it to look at me but I am.  And I love it.  Up to a point.  When I get sexually charged by it my mind can go off in various different directions.  My default preference is girls, but dolled up I prefer guys.  So when I get wanking it all meshes together depending if I’m in a girly frame of mind or in a guy mood.

This morning I’ve been pretty good.  I’ve signed into a Tgirl website that could be my undoing.  But I am blogging here (that’s good) and I’m about to shut down my machine and put together some notes about a freaky dream I had in my writer’s notebook.

So far, 24 hours clean.

Cheers,

Shuffling Monkey.

Back Again – and only 15 hours clean…

Hello!

YourBrainOnPorn.com has added this blog on to their links page.  Happy days.  So we’re back after a week and a bit of serious project work for my job.  As you may have guessed I cracked.  Big style.

Number of hours / days without wanking: 15 hours

Wanked to: Celebrity Pictures (notably Kate Middleton)

Whenever I get stressed I retreat to wanking.  Having said that though I got some great comments from my writing course so that was a plus.

I’m going to sign off now but I’ll provide an update tomorrow and go deeper into what makes me snap.

Have a good evening.

Shuffling Monkey.

So yeah, not good

OK, so I broke again.  The stats are:

Time spend Wanking: 40 mins

Material used: TV Chatroom

Enjoyment: 1

Time since last Wank: 3 hours

 

Maybe tomorrow will be better.  Sure beats my phone sex time.  Once spent £600 in one month on phone sex.  Not going back to those days.

Very Disappointing…

Well, I knew it would happen.  My first failing.  Here’s the stats:

Length of time “Building”: 2 hours 20 mins approximately.

Material Used: Youtube videos of news presenters.

Enjoyment (“Climax”): 1 out of 5

It was an inevitable force.  I mentioned the news readers in my previous post, the temptation was there.  I took it.

OK, well it’s sunny outside and I need to get my paper so I’ll leave you with the most disappointing statistic of all.

Time since last Wank: 4 minutes.

 

Shuffling Monkey.

The Last Temptation of Sarah-Jane

Morning Folks,

OK, it’s 6:14am here in the UK.  No doubt the air outside still reeks of phosphorous following an explosive Bonfire night.  I went for a walk last night to clear my head.  Sure looked amazing out there, though I believe that fireworks reduce your surprise reflex to loud noises.  Thank Christ in our neck of the woods (I live in a small coastal town, where very little goes on) loud noises like that are but twice a year.  The other is New Years’, by the way.

So we’re on day two now.  Let me give you some stats:

Hours Since Last Wank: 24 hours

Last Corrupting Influence: Only All Sites Picture Files / Transvestite Chatroom (logged in as a TV)

I’ll go into the TV/non-TV discussion another time.  Right now, I know I’m only a day since my last self-pleasure and I already feel like caving.  My main wake up routine is pretty benign.  Get up, have breakfast, watch the news.  No problem you say.  Nothing pornographic or even erotic from that.

Wrong.

I love women in smart suits and heels.  It’s one particular quirk I absolutely love.  The quintessential ladies to send me spastic for some solo are:

Lucy Verasamy: Sexy weather girl on Daybreak.

Susanna Reid: BBC newspresenter

And finally, my number one temptation…

Sarah-Jane Mee from Sky.  Gorgeous, feisty, cool but slightly geeky too she is an ideal women in my eyes.  And she dresses so so well too, which is a huge plus.

God I need to lie down.  Talk to you guys later.

Shuffling Monkey.

End of Day 1… Well, Almost

OK, day one is nearly over.  Stressful, not really.  But with friends upcoming engagements and marriages on the horizons it hardly puts me in the best frame of mind.  But that’s victim talk.  I make weak decisions and live with the outcomes.  And change is tough.  So, I guess, the phrase “Suck it up” is one I’ll hear a lot in the coming months.

I’m a little drunk right now, I’m not going to lie.  But whilst being horny is no surprise here the dark period is in the mornings.  As the twilight shifts into the new day the urge is often unbearable.  Morning wood waiting to be cut down.  My mind equates the lack of a girl with me to cater that need with either surfing for, well, pretty shameful shit; or it means contacting my phone company and explain I want the call bar lifted on my mobile to enter a “competition”.  I say a competition; I mean phone sex.  Again, shameful shit.  Humiliation, domination, cross-dressing, anything to fill a void.  Most times I’m not even at a half mast.  It all stems from the lack of human contact.

Oh yes, it’s pretty dark.  But I share to make it known that this embarrassing shit is out there and if you read this and notice something you’ve done then it’s OK.  Self destruction isn’t a bad thing in moderation.  But as a lifestyle, it sucks ass.

Goodnight Blog.

Shuffling Monkey.

How Long Can You Go?

Let me ask you something: how long have you gone without sex?  A day?  Month?  Years?  The last time I had full blown, sweaty, filthy sex was approximately six years ago.  The whole night a session of jaw-lock and whiskey-soaked flaccidness.  A disappointment all around.  I don’t blame the girl, fuck no.  The problem was a dark secret that I’m going to share within the anonymous confines of the Internet.

I have been wanking for nearly twenty years.

Yes, you read that right.

I can trace the root of my solo clarinet practice to many defining points in my life.  Teenage bullying reducing me to a misanthropic totem rooting in disappointment and fear.  No success with women shrivelling my ego like a plant staved of water.  I am a walking cliché of psychological crutches that I cling to rather then casting them off in a triumphant Forest Gump style to run like the fucking wind.

If you met me and spoke to me, you’ll probably say “Seems like a good bloke”.  I like music, art, films, can drink like a fiend but behave as a gentlemen to those around.  But beyond the niceness, you’ll see me as a supporting player in the play of life.  I’m not married, have no girlfriend and no children.  As the song goes “I am a rock, I am an island.”  But unlike the song, for a man in his early 30s, this is failure.

But now is a time to twist things around.  My goal for this simple blog is to put together a document of my abandoning of the wanking lifestyle (and it is that) to try and break free of this life-long cycle.  Also, I want this as a document for every guy who believes that masturbation is the answer.  It isn’t.  Men are not designed to live alone.  Finally, every time I fail and engage in the action of “Shuffling Monkey” I shall detail what I did and how I jerked off.  Will Rogers once said you should “Live in such a way that you would not be ashamed to sell your parrot to the town gossip.”

Welcome to death of my Porn addiction.