File this one under Boners, Random Acts of.
Over the past few days I've been watching episodes of The Politician on Netflix. It's about a high school campaign for class president. It's dark humor from the team of Brad Falchuck and Ryan Murphy, those genius minds behind American Horror Story.
Episode 5 is titled "The Voter," and focuses on campaign staff hounding the undecideds. One such voter is a young guy who wants only to be left alone to jerk off in peace. He's interrupted in a single day by 1. his mother, first thing in the morning for breakfast, 2. three different people entering the All Gender restroom where he's locked himself in a stall, 3. his mother again, requesting his presence at the dinner table.
One of those times, his inner thoughts question, "If I play with my butt hole while I jerk off, does that make me gay?"
Nope. Not at all. It only means you've discovered a highly sensitive, erogenous zone to add pleasure to the act.
Another inner thought: "Shit, I have another random boner." Then, if I remember correctly, "What am I supposed to do with that?"
Well, one silver lining of this whole shelter-in-place thing is we no longer have daily life interfering with those spontaneous boners we get all the time. Now we have the luxury of acknowledging them. And enjoying them as never before.
When they strike - and they will - embrace the opportunity.