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Jamie Lewis wrote a great article on why not jerking off is stupid. I agree completely. He found that it increases total testosterone (no-fap) but that's not the issue at hand, because total testosterone is sort of a meaningless number from a health aspect.

"Free testosterone" that circulates the bloodstream (roughly 2 percent of total T) is apparently the number that is important, which the no-fap movement does not take into consideration. That's what helps out muscle gains and general horniness.

One thing the no-fap group definitely has right though is that too much porn fucks with your brain. I quit porn a while back and disabled my wireless router so I have to use my shitty ass "family computer" for internet, and I've never felt better or been hornier. I'm even having fairly lucid dreams It's great.

If anyone is worried about jerking off all the time and it somehow destroying your masculine essence, eat more zinc. Most people are deficient and ejaculation can worsen that deficiency.

edit: It's Jamie Lewis's newest post. I'm trying to load the link but the blog is down for some reason.

Here is the particular quote that you guys should all read -

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One summer in college I somehow found myself in a conversation with a geriatric at my gym who still boasted veins on his biceps that rivaled my own, currently.

At the time I was still in heavy pursuit of what my friends and I had dubbed "the Arnold veins", and so I naturally assumed any man with the requisite muscularity and leanness to boast them under skin ensconced in liver spots likely knew what the fuck he was talking about. As such, when he told me that his strength and virility came from abstention from both sex and masturbation, as spilling his seed was a waste of his vitality, I soaked the information up like a Bounty paper towel and resolved to quit cold turkey.

This was not easy- I've masturbated two or more times a day since I was in second grade, and falling asleep without jerking off was then and is now about as likely as Verne Troyer successfully dunking on a basketball hoop without the use of a jetpack. Nevertheless, I gave it hell, and for about a year I jerked off to completion somewhere between twice and four times a month. Proud of my "self control", I waited patiently for Brodin to bless me with the gains for which I prayed nightly.

They did not arrive, but what did was a horrifying case of erectile dysfunction when I attempted to have sex that was as breathtaking as it was infuriating. It wasn't that I couldn't get it up- my erections became penile strobe lights, flashing on and off without rhyme or reason and not allowing either party to cum. In a panic, I scheduled a doctor's appointment with a urologist, who proceeded to laugh out loud when I explained what I'd done (or not done, as the case may be) for the last year.

That's right- a panicky 23 year old was nearly laughed out of a medical doctor's office, so stupid was his mindset over the last year. After assuring me my dick would stop randomly playing dead during sex if I followed his advice, he sent me on my way with "Buy some Penthouses (not Playboys) and masturbate as often as possible, and no fewer than three times a day" scribbled in chicken scratch on a prescription sheet.