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The G-spot joins Santa Claus and Bigfoot in the realm of myth
By Jeremy GlassJanuary 19th, 2012, 1:30 pmComments (6)
After a search spanning sixty years of medical articles, The Journal of Sexual Medicine cannot confirm that a female G-spot exists. Finally, you can stop beating yourself up over missing those anatomy classes in middle school.
The search looked for vital terms like "G-spot, Grafenberg spot, vaginal innervation, female orgasm, female erogenous zone, and female ejaculation” in articles from 1950 to 2011, and examined clinical trials, meeting abstracts, case reports, and review articles, but failed to locate a unique entity that causes sexual pleasure, other than the clitoris. Surveys, pathologic specimens, various imaging modalities, and biochemical markers yielded the same result: we're not totally sure what's going on down there.
As if vaginas aren't confusing enough, the surveys gave results that a large amount of women believe the G-spot exists, though they couldn't tell you where it exactly is. This doesn't give too much hope to awkward couples the world over; when you're fumbling around down there, desperately trying to give any kind of sexual gratification, the last thing you want to hear when you ask if it feels good is: "Uh, maybe?"
Well, you heard it yourself: science confirms the vagina is a labyrinth. Granted, there's a lot more to be learned about the human body and how pleasure works. Maybe in another sixty years, we'll figure it out. Man, the future's going to kick ass.







Commentarium (6 Comments)
Simple solution: Redefine the g-spot to be a metaphorical spot, not a literal one.
What a coincidence! I am totally into Sasquatch/Father Christmas porn!
Good thing I am into sasquatch/Santa porn.
"Ho ho ho" laughed the shirtless Santa, still sweaty from his evening reindeer ride..."what big feet you have. It must take a lot of toys to fill your stockings... ho ho ho."
"Wrrrar" said Bigfoot, fighting her species' instinct to flee into the woods... this white-bearded man did not smell of danger, like regular humans... in fact he smelled of balsam, much like bigfoots evergreen homeland.
"Let's see if you like was Santa is bringing you" said the jolly man, slowly unbuttoning his pants....
Just make the G-spot the asshole so everybody gets one.
I'd like to open a rap club called the "G-Spot."
it's real, all the queer girls know where it is