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Bionic ‘sex chip’ that stimulates pleasure centre in brain developed by scientists

By Daily Mail Reporter
Last updated at 9:22 AM on 22nd December 2008

Scientists are developing an electronic ‘sex chip’ that works by stimulating the pleasure centres in the brain.

The technology, which creates tiny shocks deep in the brain, has already been used in America to treat Parkinson’s disease.

Now researchers are focusing on the orbitofrontal cortex, which is associated with feelings of pleasure caused by eating and sex.

A research survey conducted by Morten Kringelbach, a fellow at Oxford University, found the orbitofrontal cortex could be a ‘new stimulation target’ to help people with anhedonia – an inability to experience pleasure from such activities.

His colleague Professor Tipu Aziz said: ‘There is evidence that this chip will work.

‘A few years ago a scientist implanted such a device into the brain of a woman with a low sex drive and turned her into a very sexually active woman. She didn’t like the sudden change, so the wiring in her head was removed.’

But Professor Aziz said the present surgery needed to implant the wire in the brain was ‘intrusive and crude’ and would need about 10 years worth of development.

‘When the technology is improved, we can use deep brain stimulation in many new areas. It will be more subtle, with more control over the power so you may be able to turn the chip on and off when needed.’

An electronic machine that creates sexual feelings is already being developed in America by Dr Stuart Meloy. He calls his device, which is a modified spinal cord stimulator, the Orgasmatron. The name is taken from the 1973 Woody Allen film Sleeper.

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I receive Esquire magazine in my mailbox once a month. For a glossy, high circ publication, Esquire is actually chock full of information that I just “get.” I suppose this is the sliver of my closet metrosexual side peeking through the keyhole, but I find the writing in Esquire better than good and manage to finish each issue with new knowledge about something. I don’t mind paying the $12 per year to subscribe. I also get Rolling Stone, but I get that as a gift from my daughter and she snags the copies as soon as they come into the house, so I’m always behind in reading that magazine.

In the December ’07 issue of Esquire, deep into the magazine on Page 196 or something like that, there’s a small quarter page article simply titled “Method Writing.” Here’s an excerpt:

Last night, I read a book titled Everybody Wants Some: The Van Halen Saga, which I highly recommend to Van Halen completists. Oddly, the “hook” for this book seems to be its introduction: For reasons that are never completely clear, the author, Ian Christe, felt he would not be qualified to write a book about Van Halen unless he taught himself to play “Eruption” on guitar, which he did.

The author goes into the purpose (and trend) of method writing, in which writers throw themselves quite literally into their literary works. For example, one novelist working on a book about vampires forced himself to drink a shot of human blood. He, of course, vomited immediately afterwards, but he could say he experienced the taste “thrill” of drinking human blood upon completion of the book. Sounds like a PR stunt to me. Matt and Meredith of The Today Show would certainly grimace when interviewing the author about that experience.

So what of this method writing? The author poignantly states that such titles as The Five People You Meet In Heaven, by Mitch Albom, must be a certain failure because obviously Albom didn’t die and go to heaven to write the book. It’s baseless. Same goes for The Secret, by Rhonda Byrne because, clearly, a book about a secret cannot be a secret. Therefore the author failed.

I’ve not done any method writing, consciously that is. While much of the blog posts on these pages are about my life, I suppose I could say I’m a method blogger. But to really write in true “method” fashion, I’ll need to pick a subject I’m interested in and then experience it directly.

In the future, please watch for my new book, Sex In Its Purest Form wherever books are sold. The research process might be arduous, but I’m up for it.

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Much has been written on Senator Larry Craig’s ability to stare awkwardly through cracks, toe tap and give improper hand signals. I once found myself on the receiving *cough* end of a similar situation. 

Allow me to explain.

When I was 16, someone (perhaps Senator Craig), gave me hand signals from a mall restroom stall where he sat.  You see, while in high school I worked part time at a drug store located in a shopping mall. It was an old mall on the north end of town. A mall that had more store vacancies than actual retail outlets doing business.  The drug store where I worked was a center of activity at the mall, along with the Younkers department store.

RestroomPublic restrooms at malls are always tucked into nooks, hiding behind dimly lit corners. I suppose that’s why certain people attempt to get their freak on in them.  (I shudder at this, because a public restroom is SO completely and disgustingly filthy and therefore how is that atmosphere remotely condusive to doing anything sexual?)

So there I was. All of 16, standing at a urinal wearing my blue drug store vest doing my business. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I see a hand appear from under a stall wall. The hand is palm up and wagging side to side. The faceless dude with the hand under his stall wall says nothing. No grunting. No audible sounds whatsoever. Standing there, I have the urge to piss on this jackass’s hand. But he’d probably like that too much. So I zip up and leave.

I never went back to that particular mall restroom. The thought of someone lying in wait to do the nasty with a teenage boy freaked me out a bit too much. And I’m particularly thankful that I was never able to match a face with that hand I saw in my peripheral vision. What if it had been the mayor, the police chief, the Catholic priest, or the pharmacist at the drug store where I worked! 

Awkwarddddddddd!!!

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Games We Played 

When I ran across this list of childhood games – adjusted for those of us now crossing over into adulthood – I couldn’t resist posting them here:

1. Sag, you’re It.
2. Hide and go pee.
3. Twenty questions shouted into your good ear.
4. Kick the bucket
5. Red Rover, Red Rover, the nurse says bend over.
6. Musical recliners.
7. Simon says something incoherent.
8. Pin the toupee on the bald guy

Growing up, we had a neighborhood filled with kids of all ages. At dusk throughout the summer, we met on the lawn at the house on the corner and played Kick the Bucket until parents whistled us home for bed.  I can’t imagine letting my kids play outside after dark today.  Just another proof point as to how times have changed.

I am laughing with the rest of the world at Senator Larry Craig’s predicament. The CraigIdaho legislator backed himself into a bathroom stall at the Minneapolis/St. Paul International Airport and proceeded to get himself into a major pickle with local undercover law enforcement.

Seems there are laws against lewd behavior such as tapping your foot and waving your hand under the wall of the bathroom stall and into the stall next to the one you occupy – obvious signs that you want to engage in some sort of sexual behavior with the guy who’s urinating next to you.

Craig, of course, said he pleaded guilty because he wanted the whole mess to go away quickly and quietly (probably the only truth he’s uttered on the topic since it happened). Now, he’s claiming he’s not gay (not sure anyone jumped to that conclusion in the first place).  

We all know how stressful being a senator can be. But when will politicians realize you can’t have a private life and serve in a public fashion. If you need to relieve stress, go to a gym, watch an episode of Three and a Half Men, or learn to swing dance. Just don’t get busted flagging down a blow job in the men’s room at the airport.

After Lewinski-Gate, one would think politicians would stop letting it all hang out publicly period. Why is this such a difficult concept to understand? Luckily, for Americans, it makes for good stories on “The Daily Show.”

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