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"Well," my friend explained, rather conspiratorially, "every time you spill your seed, there's thousands and thousands of sperm in there. Every one of those sperm is a Christian soul that you're murdering. So jakcing off is like killing thousands and thousands of potential Christians. Just killin' 'em."
Rather than dissuading me from masturbating, my friend's explanation only made me enjoy it all the more. With every organsm I could envision thousands of writhing souls, a white sea of Christians twitching in death throes. I didn't particularly care for Christians even back then, and the image really appealed to me. It still does.