I’ll never forget the day I saw an exhibitionist male masturbating, ejaculating, and pissing in public. It was lunch time and I’d gone out for a sandwich in the park. There, sandwiched between some of the city’s finest monuments and museums was the exhibitionist male, going to town on himself.
My initial reaction was one of disbelief. “What is this guy thinking?” I thought to myself. I watched in suspense as he jerked and squirted from his hand in full view of all the walkers, runners, and cyclists.
As I walked closer, oversize penis pump I noticed the exhibitionist wasn’t alone. He was being “encouraged” to continue by a group of cheering strangers. It was a sea of visible delight, and yet I was the only one who felt uncomfortable.
My discomfort soon changed to confusion as I realized they weren’t just cheering him on, but also dropping money on the ground next to him. It became increasingly clear to me the exhibitionist was doing this for money and not just attention.
My confusion soon changed to anger as I noticed the exhibitionist was also pissing on the ground in addition to masturbating. The more money the pedestrians threw, the more the exhibitionist seemed female to male guided masturbating be enjoying himself. I was disgusted, and disgusted by the others supporting him too.
My anger ebbed away, only to be replaced with an urge to try and stop him. It was clear to me the exhibitionist was taking advantage of the situation and profiting from it. As I walked towards him and the group of strangers, I could feel myself shaking.
And then suddenly I felt something wash over me – a sense of understanding. The exhibitionist was doing this because he was desperate – desperate for money, love, and attention. Nobody was helping him, so he was taking matters into his own hands.
I’d seen enough. I quickly made a U-turn and left the area, shaken by the experience. It was an eye-opening moment for me. I had just seen a real-life exhibitionist in action, and it made me realize how desperate some people can be.
Sat in my apartment later that night, I asked myself whether the exhibitionist enjoyed what he was doing. Was he enjoying the attention and the money, or was he forced into it? Are there more people out there like exhibitionists forced to do this out of desperation? These are some of the questions that continue to haunt me.
But the experience also made me realize there is a stark contrast between those who enjoy exhibitionism and those who do it out of desperation. It gave me a greater appreciation of the human condition and made me sympathetic towards those who have to resort to extreme measures to survive.
It made me realize some people have to resort to dangerous and potentially risky behavior in order to make ends meet. I realized I can’t judge or criticize them without knowing the underlying reasons behind why they may have resorted to such behaviors.
Talking to friends and family afterwards, everyone seemed to feel the same— it was a sad situation and one that made us all feel uncomfortable. While it was a shocking experience, it’s one I’ll never forget. Who knows how long the exhibitionist had been doing this or whether he was able to make a good living out of it?
This experience has made me think more deeply about many aspects of life. People that our society consider to be outcasts may actually be doing whatever they can to get by and where possible, create a better life for themselves.
It’s also made me contemplate the power of communities, online and offline. How is it that a group of people can come together and willfully enable someone to continue such behavior? What motivates and drives people to contribute to such exhibitions?
It’s also highlighted the role of our criminal justice system in such cases. Are exhibitionists, in most cases, punished (if at all), or provided with counseling and assistance? It’s definitely made me consider how we could respond as a society to such cases in a much more effective and practical way.
It’s also made me realize how important it is to do what I can to help others in need. Whether it’s donations to charitable causes, providing resources to homeless shelters, or even helping out a friend in need, it’s made me more aware of the power of helping out those less fortunate.
Finally, this experience has made me mindful of the power of the media. What sort of influence can powerful media platforms have in making society aware of those in need? How can news outlets help to report accurately on such cases without sensationalizing it and creating panic or hysteria?
Overall, this experience has been eye-opening for me. It made me realize there’s more to people than just their outward appearance and behavior. It’s made me think more deeply about my privilege and the power of community action in helping those in need.