It's inevitable. While teaching a seminar — it doesn't matter what topic, 'Hand Jobs', 'Menopausal Sex', 'How to Fix Your Tractor 101' (kidding...but I'm sure it would happen)--one brave soul raises their hand and asks, “Can you tell me how to find the G-Spot?”
This is where I gulp down a big sigh, try to keep the smile on my face and answer their question — I am after all a sex educator and it's my job to educate people about these kinds of things.
In the 1950s and 60s, Masters and Johnson studied sexual function in 700 people who agreed to have their sex or self-pleasure watched under close scientific scrutiny.
The researchers measured bodily responses and studied the vagina during orgasm by placing a camera in a clear plastic penis.
One important contribution was defining the four-stage model of sexual response, which they described as the human sexual response cycle defined as:
I believe it was the media frenzy surrounding the Tiger Woods’ scandal that made sex addiction ‘real’ to people. Ironically the poster boy for sex addiction, Tiger Woods, doesn’t have a sex addiction: massive ego and poor judgment certainly; a sex addiction, certainly not.
Picture this: you're having a really (REALLY) stressful day. Work is crazy, kids are crazy, making supper is crazy, partner is crazy. You get the picture.
What can you do to calm down? Well, in the Victorian Era (the late 1800s), women would go to their doctor and get a 'genital massage.' Yes, you read that right. The doctors would get these women off to a point of orgasm to help with their hysteria.
It was believed the sexual release would treat emotional or mental problems.
Ask anyone to name a sex book and The Kama Sutra will inevitably be in their top five. The irony of the original Kama Sutra is if you've read it cover to cover, which I have, it's an incredibly dull and tedious book.
“So when are you two going on your next date night?” My mother innocently asked.
My two toddlers were screaming in the background and I could hardly hear what she was saying so I responded with a distracted, “You’re right Mom. It’s been months since we’ve had a night out. STOP HITTING YOUR BROTHER RIGHT NOW! Soon Mom, really soon.”
I believe it was the media frenzy surrounding the 
