If men have an uneasy relationship with their body as a whole – is it too skinny or too flabby, too hairy or too smooth? – it’s with one hole in their body that they have the oddest relationship of all. And thus, the G-spot represents a point at which two of men’s most perplexing issues intersect – their relationship with their body and their relationship with their feelings. While not quite the Manhattan Project, the same principle applies: you can’t unring a bell. As you know if you pay attention to fairytales, you should be careful what you wish for. Because the search for the male G-spot led men up their own arse and to the prostate.
Except these missions were to somewhere more intimidating than darkest Peru. Pleasure, you say? Great shuddering waves of pleasure? In stark contrast to most men’s laissez-faire attitude to other traditionally female activities – child-rearing, say – why wouldn’t men want a piece of this initially female-focused action? Men rigorously and vigorously investigated and explored and embarked on expeditions akin to those undertaken by Victorian adventurers.
