Trouble Getting Off? An MRI Might Do The Trick…
Source: Genesisonline.com
Pocket rockets, dildos, butterflies, you name it—women have it.
Yet, what about those who need more help getting off? In front
of scientists. As their fingers go to their naughty bits. In the
most un sexy of night gowns. As Kayt Sukel, a blogger for The
Huffington Post and author of the book, Dirty Minds: How Our
Brains Influence Love, Sex, and Relationships discovered—there’s
a place in Rutgers Campus, Newark that will watch women’s
bellies quake as they masturbate in a MRI setting—all in the
name of orgasm research.
Reasearchers, Barry Komisaruk and his colleague, sex therapist,
Nan Wise run the
MRI study at Smith Hall at the Rutgers campus with the focus on
women climaxing. Before the shrouded fitting in the MRI begins,
Sukel was told to practice some clit diddling at home before
doing it for the cameras on campus, in order to test where her
ecstasy begins. As the blogger writes, everything was going as
planned until she packed fitted yoga pants for the occasion, and
after a conversation with Wise, she explains that the dress code
for the main event is much like that of a quick alley bang.
“I always suggest a loose-fitting dress with no
panties…”Something loose and comfortable and easy to get into is
best.” Wise says. However, when Sukel finds out that her attire
is deemed inappropriate, it’s the “hospital johnny” that she
must wear instead that gives her the performance anxiety she’s
been dreading.
“The thought of a thin, backless nightgown (or two) initiated a
growing feeling of performance anxiety. I couldn’t help thinking
of the confined space, limited movement, loud clanking noises,
and me in a hospital johnny. Though I am not the type of girl
who needs to light candles, don lingerie, and crank up the Barry
White in order to satisfy myself, I do need a little bit of mood
to get things going. I was beginning to worry. Would I be able
to find any inspiration to explore Ladytown in the kind of setup
I was facing?” She says.
If the incredibly unattractive hospital johnny wasn’t enough,
the actual MRI and massive head gear that will track Sukel’s
orgasm on the screen—takes the cake.
“[The head mask was] a sort of modern Count of Monte Cristo-type
restraint system made of tight plastic mesh.” Sukel explains.”
White and blue, the contraption was part low-budget bondage porn
prop and part clinical radiation treatment kit. But it was not
meant to be pretty. Rather, it was needed to keep my head as
still as possible during the scan. Once we started the scan, it
would be screwed directly to the scanner bed, meaning that I
would be unable to get into or out of the fMRI tube without
assistance.”
However, if one’s own hand doesn’t get the job done, Wise is
kind enough to offer Dramamine tablets, chicken soup, and
possibly an MRI-safe dildo to the blogger, to which she laughs
after going old school—moving her hand down to her crotch.