Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Of Course MIT Hotties Do It For You
filed under: Do It for Science, We Make Art Not Sex by Melissa Gira
The Times has been hardcore sexing itself up over the last few days, and their readers are already breathlessly responding:
“There’s a little bit of adrenaline, a puffing of the chest, a bit of anticipatory tongue motion,” said a divorced lawyer in his late 40s.
“I feel relaxed, warm and comfortable,” said a designer in her 30s.
“A yearning to kiss or grab someone who might respond,” said a male filmmaker, 50. “Or if I’m alone, to call up exes.”
“Listening to Noam Chomsky,” said a psychologist in her 50s, “always turns me on.”
No, that’s not over the latest spate of sex articles, but a survey pulled into one on the sociobiology of sexual desire.
Is it perverted to admit that the article itself is wet-making?
According to the sequence put forward in the mid-20th century by the pioneering sex researchers William H. Masters, Virginia E. Johnson and Helen Singer Kaplan, a sexual encounter begins with desire, a craving for sex that arises of its own accord and prods a person to seek a partner. That encounter then leads to sexual arousal, followed by sexual excitement, a desperate fumbling with buttons and related clothing fasteners, a lot of funny noises, climax and resolution (I will never drink Southern Comfort at the company barbecue again).
A plethora of new findings, however, suggest that the experience of desire may be less a forerunner to sex than an afterthought, the cognitive overlay that the brain gives to the sensation of already having been aroused by some sort of physical or subliminal stimulus — a brush on the back of the neck, say, or the sight of a ripe apple, or wearing a hard hat on a construction site and being surrounded by other men in similar haberdashery.
Your science may be suspect, Times (as The Stranger’s blog readers are having their own frenzy over), but your prose?
Pure porn for sex nerds.
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I was going to email this to you, and include the *exact same quote*. Something told me I didn’t need to. I mean, related clothing fasteners! Haberdashery! It’s so funny. And hot.