Hurts, don't it Two tales from training:
1- Having been told by both Master Fu and Dr. Tom that my freakish tension is thwarting my development, I have taken to experimenting with the power of suggestion.
All throughout the day I say to myself "soft ". While this has helped me to open my joints and let go of some of the general tension in my body, it also has led me to the doorstep of impotence.
Ah. The tranquility of flacidity. Like Grace Jones; beautiful and bizarre.

2- For my brothers and sisters - fellow templeless monks and nuns - who , in their celebacy, miss having orgasms. I can help.
I have found a reasonable facsimile.
Get into a low horse riding stance. Hold it. Hold it. When you have gone minutes beyond your pain threshold, and your legs are vibrating, your breathing is eratic, and your starting to see Jesus, fall down onto your back and quickly straighten your legs. Squeeze your quadriceps and roll your pelvis back.
Enjoy.
Note: If you're practicing celebacy, and you can't stop thinking about sex, or falling in love, then please let go of your vow. It is not something you force on yourself. You are made for it, or you're not. Find what is natural for you.  ¶ 12:21 p.m.