What’s With the Auto-Erotic Asphyxiation?
You just have to ask, What the hell is wrong with these guys?
Both Michael Hutchence and David Carradine would have no trouble getting laid. Or even, getting laid in some unconventional way. So why risk death just to get off?
Apparently, this is a largely male endeavor. But don’t anyone pipe up that the reason for that is the more persistent male sex drive. Women have Needs, too. But women don’t seem to need the specter of death to add that Certain Something to sex.
Woman aren’t as likely to enjoy playing Russian Roulette, either. What is it about men that craves a brush with death? I assume it gives a rush of adrenaline, like when you nearly get hit by a car. But why do they require this boost to the experience of orgasm?
A gay friend explained that it’s all down hill for men after 16. Their sensations are duller with time, he insisted. Bummer, if that’s true! Is it, though?
I asked my husband. I wondered if the auto-erotic asphyxiation appeal was like eating blowfish. If it’s cooked the right way, it’s delicious; if not, it’s poisonous and you’re dead. I don’t know about anyone else, but I have no interest whatsoever in trying blow-fish.
The husband explained that he has always been touched by how the appetite for sex is so universal – no matter who you are, or how old, you’ll walk over burning coal to get some.
But I still wanted an answer. He thought it was pretty normal for some people to keep trying to improve their experience. Like some people are happy with a scoop of their favorite ice cream, but others think, This might be nicer with something added.
I asked him, But what if when you come, it’s already 10 on a scale of 1 to 10. Why would you be worried about trying for 11? In fact, I noted, speaking for myself, if it were any more intense, I’d pass out.
“Exactly!” he replied, happy to have effectively conveyed the point of auto-erotic asphyxiation.
June 7th, 2009 at 11:30 pm
I’m dumbfounded by this too. And with you, I’d probably pass out. Then wake up and think “well geeeez, that was overrated!”.
June 8th, 2009 at 5:56 am
Woman make life. Man jealous so he dance with death.
xx
June 8th, 2009 at 6:36 am
“Woman make life. Man jealous so he dance with death.”
BRILLIANT!!
June 8th, 2009 at 7:39 am
“I noted, speaking for myself, if it were any more intense, I’d pass out.
“Exactly!” he replied, happy to have effectively conveyed the point of auto-erotic asphyxiation.”
HAHAHAHA!
June 8th, 2009 at 8:50 am
Agreed^^! perfect ending, no pun intended.
June 8th, 2009 at 9:34 am
CNN should have Richard Quest make a special episode of “Quest Means Business” on this issue. As much as I like your husbands analysis, I’d still want to have someone with this habit to try to sway me from my opinion: “it’s just a bloody orgasm!!!”
Then again, I’m probably too complacent and lazy to pursue anything extraordinary and have no idea of what I am missing out. At least I can be pretty sure I won’t be found dead with a rope around my neck and its other end around my balls.
June 8th, 2009 at 9:59 am
Wow, shit-hot post. There was an English conservative MP Stephen Milligan who died like that too. I think it’s a bit like having an addictive personality in that addicts want/crave more. Getting pissed or high and wanting more often leads to oblivion and auto-erotic asphyxiation seems to lead to oblivion too. Amongst addicts though, there are always those who don’t make it.
On the other hand maybe these are just crazy fuckers?
June 8th, 2009 at 11:45 am
Back in the days, the little ‘Memsahib’ thought I’d been indulging in that asphyxia lark because every night I was out cold before she had even taken her make-up off – and the cords to my jim-jams was tightly knotted to foil intruders.
Can’t be too careful, you know, and after all, my body is my temple!
June 8th, 2009 at 12:58 pm
Hmmm, The fact that David Carradine was in Thailand at the time seems kinda shady…
June 8th, 2009 at 3:44 pm
This is why the bottoms of my feet are scorched.
June 8th, 2009 at 3:58 pm
I’m with Bex, the whole Thai thing smacks of Gary Glitter carry-on!
Yes, herringbone (about half million other hipsters) was sportin’ black rats!
June 8th, 2009 at 8:15 pm
Can you please come over and untie me? I seem to have gotten stuck
June 8th, 2009 at 8:16 pm
I don’t know, it seems kind of like spinning yourself around on a piano stool real fast so you’ll puke at just the precise second that you’re planning to swallow a mouthful of yummy mocha brownie. I still don’t get how that could enhance the experience…
June 8th, 2009 at 8:59 pm
Aja- IF you woke up.
Hammie – Bingo!
annemarie – She nailed it!
fashion herald – Uh oh, did I make you sick again??
Juri – Amen.
Moda- Yep, you are right on all counts. Thanks for the insights.
David – HAHAHAHAHHA!
Bex- Yeah, that’s what I thought too.
mg – Mine, too.
Imelda – Okay, but, regular or pvc?
Andy – NO, you just need to hang there for a few more hours.
Bevitron – HAHAHHA! ME NEITHER!
June 13th, 2009 at 10:02 am
I always have a “spotter” during my rope tying orgasm escapades…just in case!
June 14th, 2009 at 6:24 pm
I didn’t know Michael Hutchence died that way. I thought it was good old-fashioned non-sexual suicide.
And Thailand? I smell 12 year-old boys.
November 2nd, 2010 at 11:05 pm
Enjoying the good life with the wife. Hot ham and cheese with Chipotle Sweet Potato soup, a glass of pinot noir, and watching MadMen.
November 2nd, 2010 at 11:56 pm
We believed ourselves indestructable, watchin only the madmen outside our frontiers & remained defenseless against our own madmen. -Timerman
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