The G-spot. Elusive, beckoning and almost mythical—for some it is the Holy Grail incarnate and for some women's partners it is the eternal search for the Holy Grail. However, in New York it seems that even the basic necessity of the g-spot search is being questioned--if we've found the clit why look for the big-G? New Yorkers like status quo, why else do we spend an eternity searching for the perfect rent-controlled apartment?
Lately the clitoris has been hogging the spotlight. Let me preface this by stating that I have nothing against the clitoris, in fact, I happen to be very fond of mine, but the clitoris has been the media darling of late. Personally, I feel that this rediscovery of the clitoris has been to the detriment of its shy neighbor, the g-spot. Ladies and gentlemen, it is time to welcome back the g-spot.
True the clitoris has some definite advantages over the g-spot.
1) It is easy to find. In ancient times it was said that all roads lead to Rome. On the woman's downtown map, all roads lead to the clitoris. If you showed up for 8th grade sex-ed or freshman bio, you have no excuse for not knowing where the clitoris lives. Bonus—most women know how to find their clitoris if they've spent five minutes with themselves. And after Sex and the City, how could you not know? The first few seasons could almost pass as Clitoris 101. The g-spot, however, takes a little more time. It is like taking the scenic route: you could get where you're going on the west side highway and never miss the view because you never thought to notice; whereas if you take the time you may stumble on to something amazing en route... I did!
2) There is no debate over existence—the clitoris exists. The G-spot, now there lays a matter for debate. Biologically it exists. Trust me. I went to a G-spot 101 lecture where not only did I pour over female anatomy charts but I had to find and proficiently stimulate the g-spot of an anatomically correct model of the female pelvis. Anatomically speaking, the g-spot is a mass of tissue cells that lie around the urethra and become readily engorged with fluid once stimulated. For everyone who is scratching their heads right now, don't feel badly, I went out with my part time lover after this lecture, where once he got over the shock of my going to a sex lecture, proceeded to adamantly profess the g-spot's nonexistence. |
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To make a long story short, that health professional (yes! health professional!!!!) got an education he won't be forgetting anytime soon. No more excuses, its time to dust off those bio books and please your woman.
3) The clitoris takes less work. An arsenal of known tools exists to stimulate the clitoris and it is, so to speak, easier to hammer in a nail when you can see than when you're in the dark. Vibrator + Clit = Orgasm. This is an equation you can depend upon. Now here is a new variable, the g-spot. Do your woman a favor, find a vibe that does double duty--my pick--a FunFactory silicone vibrator like the Patchy Paul. Cute and unassuming, this vibrator packs a kick that will satisfy the clit plus Paul's curved head is IDEAL for hitting the g-spot. Case and point: tired of being left unfulfilled by her "very experienced" boyfriend my friend brought along her other "friend", Paul. After a rudimentary education (and some serious ego stroking), Paul helped the boyfriend earn his "experienced" stripes; "very" came after the lecture.
Vibrators not your thing or still confused? Thought so! Time for the geography lesson... make a little tunnel with your hand like when you were a kid and pretended a train/car was going to go through the tunnel you made. You guessed it! The top of your hand is the belly button side and the tips of your index and thumb are the butt side of the woman's exterior anatomy. If you were to insert two well-lubed fingers (nails clipped pleased!) into your woman's holiest of holies, the g-spot would correspond to the area behind the fleshy skin between your thumb and forefinger when you make a hand tunnel. Another hint—the g-spot will feel a little like the roof of your mouth. Once you've found the spot—your woman WILL let you know (mmm mmm uhh… oh yeah, yes, mmm… yeah, unhummmm)—curl your fingers and apply some pressure as you make a come hither motion—think two fingered version of Jennifer Grey beckoning Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing. Work it baby.  |
