My object d'art

Well, not art so much as a precious object. With this little marvel of working class technology, I learned to masturbate.

My older brother and I would play "sharks." We had to stay up on the furniture - there were sharks on the ocean floor. Somehow we got in the habit of "reacharging" after particularly exhausting trips around the living room. I grabbed the bowling pin my parents used as a doorstop and embraced it.

It was half my size (I was only 3). At some point I noticed that if I topped it and pushed juuuust right, I'd get some fine results.

I was in my early 20s before I finally realized it was indeed an orgasm - it certainly didn't seem like anything I'd seen on TV or in movies, and wasn't anything I had experienced (until then) during sex. I thought I had discovered something else, and was in fact non-orgasmic.

To this day I get a little turned on at the thought of entering a bowling alley...