The Eternal, Infernal Orgasm
Okay, let’s get right to it, folks. Let’s say the word out loud. Orgasm. Say it louder. ORGASM! It is the ultimate pinnacle of achievement in an sexual activity. The result of foreplay. Middle play. And every other kind of play. Some are small, like little shivers. Others are so grand they’re what the French call La Petite Mort – the little death. To quote an article I read, “Orgasm is the sudden discharge of accumulated sexual tension resulting in rhythmic muscular contractions in the pelvic region that produce intensely pleasurable sensations followed by rapid relaxation. Orgasm is also in part a psychological experience of pleasure and abandon, when the mind is focused solely on the personal experience.”
We all write about it. “In the candlelit shadows of the room, with soft music drifting in the air and mingling with the scene of vanilla and jasmine, she gave herself over to the completely sensual feeling of his hands playing tune on her bodies erotic zones.” Well, okay. A little flowery but you get the point.”
And of course there’s always the ongoing argument—Did you have an orgasm? What if you didn’t? What if…..? Well, you get the picture.
So I’m surfing the ‘Net, looking for articles and orgasm, and you cannot believe what I found. Trust a man to come up with this idea.
“For women, it seems, sex is a big turn-off, reveals a brain scanning study. It shows that many areas of the brain switch off during the female orgasm - including those involved with emotion.
“At the moment of orgasm, women do not have any emotional feelings,” says Gert Holstege of the University of Groningen in the Netherlands. His team recruited 13 healthy heterosexual women and their partners. The women were asked to lie with their heads in a PET scanner while the team compared their brain activity in four states: simply resting, faking an orgasm, having their clitoris stimulated by their partner’s fingers, and clitoral stimulation to the point of orgasm.”
Well. Can you think of anything more romantic and stimulating than lying naked on a cold table, with your head in a machine, trying to bring yourself—or have someone else—bring you to orgasm?
“In one sense,” he continues, “the findings appear to confirm what is already known, that women cannot enjoy sex unless they are relaxed and free from worries and distractions.”
Did we need some scientist to tell us that?
The more I read, the angrier I became. Here we are, writing beautiful erotic love stories, where the sex is tantalizing, titillating and seductive, and some man is trying to reduce it to a clinical lab activity? And we’re the ones who keep taking the heat?
So tell me what you think? Should we allow ourselves to be used as lab rates for experiments in what should be a totally emotional experience? Leave me your comments.