The cashier at the supermarket, the fat girl in front of me in line at the register, the guy stocking shelves in the pasta aisle, the lady who had trouble separating a basket at the front of the store, the guy rounding up the shopping trolleys out the front… none of these people know that my penis has been locked away, inaccessible, for the last 20 months.
If they ever thought about it, they would probably assume I was sexually active, that I wasn’t asexual, that I wasn’t locked and chaste, that I wasn’t a virgin.
I go about my day, every day, with steel between my legs, encasing my manhood and protecting me from the mistakes I don’t want to make. The secret that lets me live as asexually as I always wanted.
In the same time that most of the 16 year olds turned 17 and then 18, I have had no erections. In the same time babies have been conceived, born and their parents started planning their upcoming first birthday, I haven’t masturbated even once. Those same babies may well masturbate before I do again. I actually hope so.
But, nobody will know this except me.
And lots of people on tumblr.