Researchers have used surveys, imaging scans and biopsies of women, all trying to locate and define the presumably orgasmic area on the vaginal wall known as the G-spot. Based on a review of 96 published studies, an Israeli and American research team came to one conclusion.
“Without a doubt, a discreet anatomic entity called the G-spot does not exist,” said Dr. Amichai Kilchevsky, a urology resident at Yale-New Haven Hospital in Connecticut, and lead author of the review, published Jan. 12 in the Journal of Sexual Medicine.
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“I think that the bulk of the evidence shows that the G-spot is not a particular thing. It’s not like saying, ‘What is the thyroid gland?'” Komisaruk said. “The G-spot is more of a thing like New York City is a thing. It’s a region, it’s a convergence of many different structures.”
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“We don’t even have orgasm all figured out yet, I don’t why we would expect to have the G-spot figured out,” Herbenick said.
There you have it, men. Tell her the G-spot is like New York City and you’re a cab driver who can’t speak English well enough to know how to get her to her desired destination. Or learn how to ride a unicycle. Uh… No idea where I’m going with this…
Hah, hah. As with so many things, its not the destination but the journey that is worthwhile. A, B, C, D, E, F, ………gee.
Most guys aren’t entirely sure what’s in there or what it looks like anyway. I don’t blame them
Dallas==I don’t know what personna you are trying to emulate with that comment, but having some familiarity with the subject, I can tell you those insides look just like the insides of those frogs we all dissected in high school.
Yep, just the same. Perhaps animby can inform us all of what fruit makes a good analogy?
lol. I was thinking oysters (which is why I won’t even consider them) but agree with the frog dissection part.
After the brain, it’s the next most complex contraption.
Bullshit, I know exactly where to find the multi -0 button. How would you expect a bunch of nerds to find it, you need to have a girlfriend first.
Mac – I pity you. Think those little jerks and moans are real? Poop. I’m about to admit what all you guys have thought: Yes, it’s true. As a doctor, I know exactly how to send a woman into stratospheric spasms of delight.
Buy diamonds.
“Think those little jerks and moans are real?”
When they are accompanied by spasms and ejaculate, yeah. As a doc, how do you explain the phenomenon of female ejaculate?
Some say it doesn’t exist. I KNOW it does. BTW, never bought a diamond in my life, they’re actually worthless you know.
How did we get here?
They laugh so hard they wet themselves. That’s really kind of sad.
So What-
You believe whatever makes you feel better in the sack son.
Hey, Mac. Well-done. Female ejaculate? Try googling “Skene’s Glands.” Some call them the female prostate. Unfortunately, they drain into the urethra so many people just figure the lady’s bladder is leaking. Many anatomists believe they are neurologically connected to the clitoris and the spongy erectile tissue often called the G-Spot.
I had a Scottish wife who had the biggest g-spot in record. Encompassed nearly her entire body. Touch her anywhere and she would scream, ” G-G-G-GO AWAY!”
Great humor at the end of the blog post. Classic 😉
So the G-Spot is not a spot but a region.
So they should call it the G-Region.
The G-Region varies from girl to girl. Some regions are located close to the front of the vagina not far from the clitoris, others can be deeper in the vaginal canal. It feels somewhat like rough sandpaper on the smooth vaginal wall and can vary in size from about the size of a dime to the size of a quarter and is usually at the top of the canal but sometimes on either side.
You know you have found it when she arches her back and screams or goes into convulsions.
Not a nerd.
Not quite, recent studies have shown its a ring of erectile tissue around the vaginal wall that extend back from the clitoris, with two small wings that reach out to the inner thigh.
The most sensitive area seems to be where it splits to start the formation of the ring, hence why this has become known as the G-Spot.
Or you used to many roofies.
#6–Ready, almost got it right on, so I will take a little time to benefit my fellow hoomans: its not the destination, its the journey.
Its NOT the destination, its the journey.
Sad how simply we miss connections.
Yea, verily.
Like New York City, huh? Wonderful place to explore. Love the subway. And, just like the subway, it’s not usually safe to mess around in the back….
I live right next to New York City.
Its the track rabbits that give the subway that reputation.
The subway smell like urine, but its actually naturally occurring nitrogen in the soil expressed as ammonia and urea as it aerosolizes. (Not a problem with tunnels not dug using “trench and cover”.)
“We don’t even have orgasm all figured out yet, I don’t why we would expect to have the G-spot figured out,”
Its said to be a reward for choosing a compatible partner which reenforces the bonding, the feeling is stored in the memory and is used intensify subsequent orgasms and induce a stronger bond.
What the hell did you expect them to find? I bet that “team” of doctors was either all men or mostly men.
What I’d like to know is if any public money went into this study. I mean, if the government is going to screw me out of my hard earned dollars then I’d like to know that at least somebody was having fun with it. (Then I’d like to get a refund!)
Best line I ever overheard at a bar in Edinburgh: Och lad, you should know before you start that a whoore issues no refunds if you don’t come.
Inaccurate title? Also, why am I never invited to join these research groups?
I think my girlfriend would disagree with this story. Nuff said.
Women have orgasms? Who knew?
Who cares…
I acknowledge the Buddha within.
The only G spot I’ve gotten close to in nine years is Google. 🙂 🙁
Of course this is appropriate:
http://tinyurl.com/d5lyzq
That’s hillarious
let’s just keep the focus on the C-spot, aka, the clitoris.
If you are compared to — driving a cab in New York City… well lets just say that it makes ‘a stick in a hallway’ sound tight.
The G-Spot is in the brain.
Make a woman happy and you’re guaranteed to find it every-single-time.
The G-Spot may or may not exist, but it makes for lots of fun evenings trying to find it.
Leave it to the gay guy to educate you.
There is a G Spot.
It is what remains of what could have been a male sex organ when the embryo is figuring out if it wants to be a male or a female.
Just like males have little titties (although Pedro has big ones ), the male titties are a remnants of what could have been a female. By the way, male titties are very exciting too.
So there, mystery solved.
Mostly on the spot: “Sometimes my life seems to be a never ending succession of unhappy women.” Friedrich Nietzsche.
Amusing.
So in the wake of the Concordia disaster, and their after-thoughtful refund. Will all those who wasted their money on books claiming to know the location and manipulation of the “G Spot”, get a refund? Or perhaps just a 30% discount on the next lame self-help book of questionable authority.
“I would be happy to give you some advice on understanding women. When I have some, I’ll let you know.”
Jean-Luc Picard
Al Bundy of Married with Children – to his son Bud: “Greater minds than ours have tried to understand women and failed – Aristotle and Socarates gave up and became Scout Masters !