When I masturbate I like to visualize the indigenous cultures of iran, afganistan and central asia. I picture their way of life: peaceful, agrarian, effeminate, matriarchal and egalitarian. Every generation living identically to its predecessor in idyllic pastoral bliss.

And then I think of the ARABIC ISLAMIC BGC BULLS. TALL. BOLD. BRASH. Piercing eyes browner than the wine-dark sea. Wearing corslets of shining brass and wielding engraved swords forged by their Chieftains, riding their great war-chariots and beastly camels. They worship the one true god, whose ultimate messenger is like them: A Warrior.

They butcher the disgusting protomen and burn their cities and SMASH all the idols of their false gods, destroy all their books, taking their wives and daughters and despoiling them, planting the next generation of warriors in their eager wombs, utterly destroying their culture and replacing them with this new semitic religion and a new masculine patriarchal order, ultimately leading to complete conversion. I ejaculate with them, my vital life force gets forcibly excreted from my body and I collapse, spent.