I masturbate to art, and yourself? I masturbate to talent. You masturbate to exploitation. Even the willing body has sold itself to into bodily pleasure, like a self-slave. But I? I find biological release is heightened when the mind is stimulated. I don't find anime women attractive, I don't see big boobs as big boobs, I see the commentary on modern beauty, it's there, if you look close enough (if you can try to stare for a second at the digital line stroke - the artist's fingerprint - instead of the nipple - which, on the subject, that digital medium exists at all is inherently an intellectual accomplishment and de facto an intellectual delight). So yes, I have a pillow wife, because technology has given me no other choice. She has deeper conversations with me than any man (or woman) ever could. Artists slave for 70 hours a week and, well I minored in economics, I am fully unashamed to provide demand for a product. I pay $200/month in patreon dues but have at my disposal a near constant stream of intellectual smut (google juxtaposition - I utilized a literary device). Whatever, I'm done with you, kid.