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Saturday, 23 February 2008
There Is No (Blo)g-spot?
Scientists have revealed that the elusive “G-Spot” may not be all that it seems. The “G-Spot”, or rather the term, was founded in the 1950s and since this discovery men have searched far and
(sometimes) wide for this apparent “mine of pleasurability”. However, some of the world’s most highly regarded scientists have learned that the G-Spot does not necessarily reside in all females. This has always been a “touchy subject” amongst us humans since it’s discovery 50 years ago, however men and, of course, some women, have spent much of their adult life “up all night” searching for this little taboo.
Doctors at L’Aquila University in Italy now have strong evidence of this, even though many Doctors had been confident that the female anatomy is not the same for all women. Ultra-sound scans have revealed differing anatomical structures in women who claim to have regular orgasms and those who do not. But, in-depth science aside, what I want to know is: why is it called a “G-Spot” anyway? Is there an A and a B spot that have already been discovered but aren’t very interesting? Perhaps there’s an “H –Spot” in the little toe? Who knows! The Doctors of L’Aquila University probably know all the “spots” but are keeping it from us for their own personal use… Us desperate men who wish only to please our partners as much as possible! Why do we do this anyway?! I doubt women go around wondering how they can send their man into ecstasy! Do we worry about it because we feel guilty when we’re busy doing “man things”? By “man things” I don’t mean “self-harm”, as many think of it, e.g. Cliff Richard, I mean: going to the pub, meeting mates, and going to the footie every Saturday. Why do we feel guilty doing this? Just because they’ve got nothing better to do on a Saturday!!… Oh dear… I seem to have lost my head.
