Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Carpe Genitalia

Looking for something else in Andrew Solomon's atlas of depression, The Noonday Demon, I saw this passage:

(Claudius) Galen also shared Rufus' (of Ephesus) belief in the disastrous consequences of deficient sexual release. He treated one of his female patients, whose brain, he believed, was troubled by the noxious fumes of her rotting unreleased sexual fluids, "with a manual stimulation of the vagina and of the clitoris and the patient took much pleasure from this, much liquid came out, and she was cured."

Why, that sly old fox. That is so going to be my new pickup line. All I need now is a white coat. "Yes, it's imperative we treat those rotting fluids ASAP. No, really, ma'am, you can trust me on this. I'm a doctor."