“The boys and girls are one tonight.
They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies.
They take off shoes. They turn off the light.
The glimmering creatures are full of lies.
They are eating each other. They are overfed.
Tonight, alone, I marry the bed.”
-”The Ballad of a Lonely Masturbator” by Anne Sexton
There’s a masturbator in the preschool class my friend Kat teaches. She fondles herself at nap time and sometimes at the little round table where the class eats graham crackers and sips apple juice. The child’s two-and-a-half and she’s getting it regular. She’s taking matters into her own hands and she’s getting the job done. Satisfaction? Absolutely.
I am duly impressed.
Kat has promised to ask the masturbator for some tips. I wait with bated breath.