Sex for Science! Chapter 2: Orgasms and Striped Socks

Sex for Science! Chapter 0
Sex for Science! Chapter 1
Sex for Science! Interlude
Sex for Science! Chapter 2
Sex for Science! Chapter 3
Sex for Science! Chapter 4

Apparently, I have a thing for striped socks.

I’ve never realized this before. I don’t know if it’s a new thing, this thing for striped socks, or if it’s just been lurking there in some far corner of my brain, latent, awaiting the day when the whims of fashion would free it from its dark, lonely cerebral cage.

Once lapis-lazuli had departed back for San Francisco, with its cold and its fog and its hypothetical approach to traffic control, we started getting serious about doing some brain scans for Science. My fellow mad scientist who’d contacted me on Twitter and I began proposing dates and experimental protocols, and I started casting out feelers (as one is wont to do) for some victims experimental volunteers willing to be rigged up to an EEG and sexually stimulated for Science.

One of the places I inserted a feeler happened to be one of the local poly groups, because hey, we all know that polyamorous people are easy to talk into being experimental subjects, right? It kinda goes with the territory. Once you’ve cast monogamy to the wind, it’s a long and slippery downhill slide, and the next thing you know, you’re in some seedy motel in Seattle being hooked up to experimental equipment and–

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

We picked a date, and I made an announcement at one of the poly groups I attend about searching for volunteers for a bit of kinky mad science. A new couple, recent imports from Australia, had decided to attend that particular meeting, and they both signed up with enthusiasm.

I like folks who’re not only not put off by that sort of thing, but are willing to say “Sure! I’d love to head off to a different city with a bunch of folks I’ve only just met and engage in sex acts while being monitored by brain-scanning equipment!”


When the appointed day arrived, zaiah and I set out to pick up our Aussie volunteer lab rats and head off toward Seattle.

We had previously reserved a suite in a motel in downtown Seattle, carefully chosen for its location just blocks from where the EEG machine we were intending to use was stored. The EEG in question had recently been purchased by one of zaiah‘s sweeties and transported to a space in Seattle’s industrial district, and as it was large and cumbersome and heavy and quite delicate, we didn’t want to move it very far.

As it turned out, that wasn’t an issue, though again I’m getting ahead of myself.

What we didn’t realize, when we reserved the suite, was that it was in The Worst Motel In Seattle. And I say that with confidence, even having not personally visited every motel in Seattle, simply because it would be impossible for any motel to be worse without actually being under active NATO artillery bombardment.

The Web site, with its carefully retouched photos, promised us a stove and refrigerator in our suite. What it didn’t mention is that the stove would have had its burners and most of its guts stolen by previous tenants, nor that the refrigerator would not actually work. When we arrived, there was no power to the room; the office switched on the power about five minutes after we checked in.

The Web site also didn’t tell us about the mural.

Dear sweet Jesus on a pogo stick, the mural. It would have been considered tacky by 1977 standards, and that’s no lie.

The suite also featured such amenities, testifying to a careful attention to detail overlooked by more pedestrian sleazy motels, as a fist-sized hole in the door separating the front room from the bedroom, and a bullet hole in one of the windows:

The only thing the motel staff didn’t think to provide us with that might have completed the experience was a sniper on the rooftop across the alley.


Setting up for the experiment itself turned out to be a bit problematic. I brought volunteers and lab jackets, but unfortunately, the EEG itself had, upon inspection, turned out to have been damaged when it was transported to the place where it was being stored. My erstwhile mad scientist partner had spent the entire night attempting to repair it, only to discover that the programming manual for it had somehow gone AWOL as well.

All was not lost, however. It just so happened that with an Arduino and a toy MindFlex game, it’s possible to rig up a crude but still effective (at least for my purposes) EEG. The MindFlex toy uses a Neurosky chip, which seemed fitting, as the experiment had gone full circle and come home to roost, or something like that. The Arduino/MindFlex combination is pretty close to what I intended to use for a brainwave-controlled sex toy, so while it was less than perfectly ideal to my fellow mad scientist, it was ideal for my own nefarious purposes.

At least the nefarious purposes involving sex toys and EEGs. I have other nefarious purposes, at least one of which involves commandeering an alien armada of space battleships…but I digress.

Technical difficulty resolved, I finally met my partner in mad science in the flesh for the first time:

I paused long enough to admire her fabulous striped socks (about which more later) and she paused long enough to admire our fabulous motel suite, and we were ready to start with the Science.

I’m still not quite sure which was more fun, being the experimenter or being one of the lab rats volunteers. But that will have to wait for the next chapter, which is the good bit and has kinky sex in it.

Sex for Science! Interlude: Snogging and such

Sex for Science! Chapter 0
Sex for Science! Chapter 1
Sex for Science! Interlude
Sex for Science! Chapter 2
Sex for Science! Chapter 3
Sex for Science! Chapter 4

With the trip to MacWorld far behind and the seedy motel suite in Seattle still some distance ahead, I turned my focus to the notion of a brainwave-controlled sex toy with a singleminded determination that I set aside only temporarily when lapis-lazuli suggested that she might be able to make a trip up to Portland to visit me.

Okay, that last sentence is a lie. I don’t approach anything with singleminded determination; I usually have at least three things going on my mental plate at any one time, and even those can often be derailed by–oh, look, potato chips!

Ahem. Sorry, where was I?

Oh, yes. Singleminded determination. I focused a part of my attention on the notion that it might be possible to make a sex toy work by brainwaves, in a sort of “Hmm, I should look into this more!” kind of way. I exchanged a few emails with the person who knew someone I knew on Twitter, and we both sorta thought “Hey, maybe this idea has potential,” and that’s where it sat when lapis-lazuli said “Hey, I really liked meeting you in San Francisco; how ’bout if I come up for a visit?”

To which I said “Gee, that would be swell!” and off she went.

lapis-lazuli writes fiction. Sometimes, she writes sexually explicit fiction. She also has a wonderful sexy reading voice, so it came to pass that on a particularly interesting evening when she was up visiting, she started reading one of her published stories to me. Then she started doing…err, other things while I continued reading the story myself.

And it was good. Oh, yes, it was good. The story, too.

There came, however, a moment in the story in which one passing character made an offhand remark to another passing character, and for some reason, I thought of the lady who says “But I don’t like spam!” in the Monty Python Spam skit. And read the line out loud that way. I definitely think that she should do the same thing if she is ever called upon to read that particular story for an event of some sort, because who doesn’t like a MOnty Python reference embedded in their pr0n?


One of the many things I love about Portland is Science Pub, hosted frequently by the Oregon Museum of Science and Industry, and more specifically by a friend of mine upon whom I’ve been harboring a mad crush for quite some time.

Science Pub is an awesome idea. Invite speakers on a wide range of science-related topics, get an audience of a few hundred into a bar, drink beer (or not, if you’re me–never could stand the stuff), and geek out. It’s hard to describe in mere words how much win and awesome it is.

As it turned out, the Science Pub while lapis-lazuli was in town was on the subject of music and brain development. And as it also turned out, lapis-lazuli‘s college background is in music theory and neurobiology. Put those things together, and it turned into quite an epic win.

Well, except for the bit where we left the pub and discovered that the car battery was dead. But, y’know, you have to break a few eggs if you want to make an omelette. Or, err, something.

The next day, there were pictures.

All this served to do two things: first, to distract me for a while from the fate that was still barreling toward me like a truck, in the form of a meeting with destiny in a seedy motel in the heart of Seattle’s industrial squalor, and second, to illustrate once against he dangers of meeting up with strange people on the Internet. You can never quite tell when they might bust out with a Monty Python voice while reading the porn you’ve just published in an anthology of erotica about casual encounters.

The Mathematics of Sex Toys, Revisited

Quite some time ago, I wrote a post about the Most Annoying Sex Toy Ever, a hypothetical wearable vibrator that would run in an irregular pattern that the wearer could never get used to, but which also would not get the wearer off.

Lately I’ve been playing with an Arduino programmable board, and I’ve come one step closer to achieving that goal! This is a prototype of an annoying vibrator that’s intended to frustrate the user but not get the user off. I’ll post more about it later, but for now here’s a teaser.

Interestingly, someone else who’s read my previous post has written an Arduino program to do sine wave mixing the way I talked about in my earlier post, though the Arduino software I’ve written works a bit differently. The software I’ve written delays for a random time between 15 seconds and a minute and a half, then randomly chooses a pattern to run the vibe in. Each pattern has random variability baked into it, so whoever is wearing it can’t identify the pattern when it starts.

Once the prototype is tested and made more portable (it doesn’t have to be tethered to the laptop to work, just to upload the software to the Arduino board), I’ll probably be posting schematics and software. Stay tuned!

I really, really love being me.

Linky-Links, Post-Frolicon Edition

I’m back from Frolicon and will be posting quite a bit about that, as well as urban spelunking, EEG orgasm studies, a couple of new bondage tutorials, and more on the MacWorld trip, a bit later. But while you’re waiting for all of that, I have about 60 browser windows open and my computer is running painfully slowly…so it’s time for the Post-Con Dump o’ Links!


Midway of the Absurd

First, we have Goodnight Dune, a parody of the children’s book Goodnight Moon. Anyone who loves the science fiction classic will quite like it. “And goodnight to the bene gesserit witch whispering ‘They tried and died’…”

And speaking of absurd wonders, you know steampunk has gone mainstream when people start making steampunk sex toys. That’s what you’ll find at Lady Clankington’s Cabinet of Carnal Curiosities — vibrators and paddles and more with a retro-steampunk flair. Nothing like a dildo that looks like a death ray, after all!

Over at Despair Inc, maker of demotivational posters, is this Adaptation poster: “The bad news is robots can do your job now. The good news is we’re now hiring robot repair technicians. The worse news is we’re working on robot-fixing robots–and we do not anticipate any further good news.”

An oldie but a goodie: Cave Man Science Fiction. “I am invent sharp rock to replace sharp stick!” “You go too far!”

From Gizmodo, This Terminator 2 cake is appropriate for almost no occasions. Well, that’s not entirely true–a Terminator going down into a pool of molten metal might be useful to datan0de

Combining support of legal euthanasia with love of extreme roller coasters, Deconcrete has an article about The Euthanasia Coaster, a roller coaster specifically designed to kill its riders.


Sex, Love, and Relationships

Psychology Today: Sexual Monogamy Does Not “Lead” To Happiness. A rebuttal to a New York Times article claiming that promiscuity leads to depression and sexual monogamy leads to happiness. (I could easily present myself as a counterexample to the NYT’s premise…)

On the sexual informatics front, OK Cupid, the folks who’ve given me several partners and done some serious data mining along the way, have done it again with 10 Charts About Sex, in which they plumb their formidable database for information about how likely a woman is to orgasm easily if she does or doesn’t exercise and the odds that someone enjoys oral, among other things.

Also from Psychology Today comes Open Marriage, Healthy Marriage? From the article, “Health and happiness are driven by growth, not stagnation. A healthy marriage is thus one that provides a stable, safe “home base” for each partner to venture out from, acquiring new experiences, and bringing them back home to digest and grow.”

News Review has an article about non-monogamy called Polyamory: Love, Multiplied, about a marriage counselor who deals with, among other things, polyamorous relationships. Overall a positive article, though the comments are about what you’d expect.

Video game maker Bioware releases a game called Dragon Age 2, in which player characters can become romantically involved, if they want to, with non-player-characters in all sorts of unconventional ways. When a straight male gamer complains about it being possible for his character to get hit on by a guy, Bioware tells him to shove off.


Rationality, Religion, and Atheism

A very interesting article over at Mother Jones explores the science of why we don’t believe science. Information by itself almost never changes attitudes.

On Thought Catalog, a Flowchart for How to Have a Rational Discussion. This should be required reading in every 4th-grade class. And 5th-grade class. And 6th and 7th and 8th…and once a year thereafter for life.

Someone has used Legos to create The Brick Testament — illustrated scenes from the Bible in the form of Lego dioramas. I particularly like the section called The Law, which outlines the Old Testament laws and rules. It answers pressing moral questions like When to Stone Your Whole Family, What Not to Eat, and what the Bible really says about religious tolerance.

From Epiphenomenon comes this article about the “atheists are greedy” trope, Atheists are Generous, They Just Don’t Give to Charity. Religious people overall are more likely to give to charity, presumably in hope of a supernatural reward–but atheistic societies are more likely to have strong social support systems.


Politics and Society

With the Republicans, who took a budget surplus and in eight years under George W. Bush turned it into a record-shattering deficit, call themselves “deficit hawks,” I tend to find myself laughing. These ‘tough on deficit’ conservatives claim to be trying to trim the budget, but as this chart shows, it’s more accurate to say they’re transferring wealth from the poor to the rich–in other words, new day, same old politics.

And speaking of the GOP, New Hampshire state Republican congressman Martin Harty says “the mentally ill, the retarded, people with physical disabilities and drug addictions” are “defective people society would be better off without.” His solution to the problem of “defective people?” Ship them to Siberia!

From AlterNet: We’re #1 — Ten Depressing Ways America Is Exceptional takes shots at some of our most cherished myths. For example: Economic mobility, contrary to American misconception, is worse in the US than in other industrialized nations.


Humor

Along the lines of “Goodnight Dune,” here’s a list of amusing sci-fi children’s books I’d like to see, such as The Battlestar Bears Learn About Cylons.

From The Onion comes this cautionary report: Marauding Gay Hordes Drag Thousands Of Helpless Citizens From Marriages After Obama Drops Defense Of Marriage Act. I guess the Gay Agenda was real after all!

Wouldn’t it be nice if God released patches for reality, to correct some of the more glaring errors? In these Patch Notes for reality version 2.1, we get to see some of the benefits of the new revision. For example, “Greenland and Iceland have had their names correctly swapped.”


Science and Technology

Ever notice how hard it is to break a bad habit? Some folks claim that’s because behaviors exhibit an ‘extinction burst’–they become stronger when you’re trying to get rid of them. Maybe the behaviorists had some good ideas after all.

Can you get something for nothing? talks about whether it is possible for anything to spontaneously appear out of nothing. Short answer: Yes, it is.

From Drugs.com, an article that says the placebo effect may work in reverse, too–if you are given a dose of a real medicine but told that it is a placebo, the real drug in some circumstances may be less effective.

A report about an article in Science Translational Medicine suggests that tiny “nanodiamonds” made of very small clusters of carbon atoms may be able to deliver chemotherapy drugs into cancer tumors efficiently and with few or no toxic side effects that often attend chemo. From the article: “When the nanodiamonds are washed in acid, their surfaces gain carboxyl groups and they become “sticky.” Small molecules like doxorubicin and large molecules like strands of genetic material can grab on. The nanodiamonds even stick to each other when they are attached to doxorubicin, forming clumps with drug-filled pockets. These clumps stick around in mice up to ten times longer than unbound doxorubicin and release their drugs in a slow, sustained way. Plus, chemo-resistant cancer cells have trouble expelling the doxorubicin-diamond complex.”

I’m always skeptical of evolutionary psychology to begin with, and this article about sexual selection and casual sex rubbishes one of the evo psych’s basic tenets: men are the pursuers and women are the gatekeepers of sex because women are looking for a mate who will help them raise babies, whereas men want to procreate as widely as possible. Contrary to the evo psych description of mating strategy, “Gender differences towards casual sex be damned. The extent to which women and men believed that the proposer would be sexually-skilled predicted how likely they would be to engage in casual sex with this individual.”

This guy is almost as obsessive as I am. When his workplace encountered a number of faulty Kingston flash memory cards, he discovered that they were counterfeit, probably made after hours at a Kingston plant from defective materials. He then bought a bunch of bogus memory cards, took them apart, and traced down where they came from. Interesting detective work and interesting reading.


Just plain fun

People on the first flight in to Virgin Atlantic’s new terminal in San Francisco got a surprise: they were escorted in by White Knight Two and SpaceShip Two. A passenger took some amazing footage on a video camera from the jet liner’s windows.

In the “Eastern Europe urban decay” theme, we have 25 Abandoned Yugoslavia Monuments that look like they’re from the Future. Amazing stuff.

Detroit in Ruins is a gorgeous photo essay showing that Eastern Europe hasn’t cornered the market on urban decay. The city of Detroit is home to some amazing ruin, and these pictures are absolutely gorgeous.

And finally, on Vimeo is a fantastic video of some VERY skilled skydivers using flightsuits to do some amazing low-level skimming along mountaintops.

Fragments of Orlando

From a spontaneous late-night drag-king photo shoot on the way back from watching Weird Science and going to Steak & Shake with some of the local Orlando poly peeps, yo.

More later, if you ask really nice.

The South’s first and only nuclear weapon

On the way back from Frolicon, the three of us (joreth, emanix, and I) stopped in Cordele, Georgia, just outside Tifton ad home of the Titan-I missile I’ve stopped to admire before.

This time, the gate in the fence around it was open, ad I was able to get more up-close and…err, personal. I’ve never dry-humped a nuclear weapon before. I think I rather like it.

Fragments of the Future: Women, Men, Androids

By 2145, symbols such as these were common in public areas, and were used to indicate restroom facilities for women and men, and recharging stations for androids. The origin of the universal symbol for ‘Android’ is shrouded in mystery.

This is what an orgasm looks like

Orgasm button pressed
877051,631426,273670,148368,337897,357081,156687,252130
1066507,153786,63145,57488,129078,50440,173709,109819
1585110,580090,160991,167229,157232,260284,79462,27377
147919,82705,11760,43571,55125,60752,33791,31729
146346,70311,5912,46054,53651,58255,33226,29107
246097,296325,162358,86699,203578,368388,273746,160780
788224,423060,299575,274288,351033,216863,198371,100922
296435,696530,190339,144327,378529,613425,149675,95380
801372,581291,271888,274933,386881,207813,135433,116997
300081,165239,23121,56824,42235,40362,31752,32249
1050677,198894,228346,179001,327919,288723,200497,73206
1902006,219078,213577,99485,107608,277309,249533,199702
522238,139126,277209,238029,720111,257846,287912,252290
659995,778016,146931,187483,229644,229198,114254,85620
Orgasm button released

Numbers are 32-bit representations sampled at 1-second intervals showing delta, theta, low alpha, high alpha, low beta, high beta, low gamma, and high gamma brainwave activity during an orgasm by joreth. i love science!