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Fear doesn't travel well; just as it can warp judgment, its absence can diminish memory's truth. What terrifies one generation is likely to bring only a puzzled smile to the next. --Arthur Miller, "Why I Wrote 'The Crucible'", The New Yorker, October 21, 1996
All opinions here are the brain-wrackings of Sabina C. Becker, unless otherwise credited. If you cite them, please give credit where due.
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Bina: now, now, now, be nice. It ain’t a trick, it’s an entirely involuntary thing, that happens to men from time to time (and some men often). Hehe!
It’s funny that someone actually made a song out of it 🙂
ROFL! I wonder if the guys to whom it happens often have to add a condom to their daily dressing routine?
This song is obviously an exaggeration (a funny one to be sure), but PME is one of the most common male sexual dysfunctions, probably the most common one. It is partly psychological (there are people who have no problems wanking normally, but ejaculate prematurely when they are with someone), but could also be physical: in fact, a farma company (Glaxosmithkline, I think, though I am not sure) recently floated a medication in the market for the latter kind of people.
Yep, I’ve heard of that. I forget what it’s called, but I’ve heard of it.
BTW, one of the things that make me glad I’m female is this. I could have an orgasm in a totally inappropriate time and place, without effort, all by myself and for no apparent reason, and no one but me would be the wiser. (No mess to clean up afterward, either.)
In fact, the first one I can ever remember having, happened just that way, spontaneously and in a totally non-sexual context. (And a good thing, too; I was only 8 or 9 years old at the time!) I don’t even remember what I was doing when it happened; probably something totally boring and banal. It was just this sudden funny sensation–literally funny, it made me want to laugh–that hit me all over the place at once. I was like, “Woo, what was THAT? And how can I make it happen again?” It took me a number of years to figure out that you could call it up at will, too…never mind that it had to do with sex. And I was flabbergasted to learn that it had a name. (Bless the people who write dictionaries and encyclopediae, because my parents would never have explained it to me…and I wouldn’t have asked!)
Of course, if it happened all the bloody time, and interfered with my life as much as in the song, I would probably seek medication to control it, too. It happens to a very few women, and apparently it’s some kind of neural and/or hormonal abnormality. I wouldn’t want to walk in their shoes for anything–that sort of thing gets tiresome and unpleasurable very fast. I heard a story not long ago about one whose brain was “wired” wrong, so she had orgasms every time she had to sneeze, and vice versa. Imagine that with allergies! That would make me suicidal, I think.