But here are two, one of which I think I may have already mentioned.
1) Baby FitBit. A wearable something for babies to monitor their levels of arousal. You could get a baseline for a month, and when you are using childcare with very young children, you could make sure at the end of the day that they didn’t cry for hours on end, or get hysterical over something. One bout of severe hysteria is enough, I suspect, to inflict lasting harm.
Good mothers attune to their infants naturally–this is more or less the definition of a good mother–but all mothers might benefit from seeing patterns in sleep and arousal, and there might even be an “alarm” that could be created when crying infants go beyond a certain level of upsetness, although the volume of their crying is likely a good enough alarm.
It would help make sensitive mothers more sensitive, and God forbid whenever men might be caring for the infants, it might help them be much smarter than they are now.
You’re welcome. Remember me in your will.
2) Vibrating earrings. As I heal, I am starting to think about sex more and more. I’ve always been able to talk with women, and although I am to smooth roughly what sandpaper is, I used to get laid a lot just because I wasn’t afraid to ask the question. Rather, being afraid of everything, that was not much of a jump for me.
But I really really think that the combination of vibrating earrings–and/or possibly something which makes it feel like they are being sucked on–on the earlobes (which I know I have discussed can, alone, make some woman come), with good cunnilingus would be enough for just about any woman. I would bet money on it.
If it’s true that if momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy, then this would be one way of making momma happy. And it’s quiet too, if she is.
Whenever I start having sex again, I think I might make it a hobby. It’s a horrible thing to say, but like anything else, it is amenable to logic. Logically, I need to be emotionally available and open. This is the necessary starting point. But after that it is varied forms of pressure and friction, tension and relaxation. I have all my minor points, like the ribs, and inner thigh, and earlobes and neck, and I have my areas which can induce orgasm like the earlobes, nipples, clit, G-Spot, cervix, and to a lesser extent and perhaps in a different way, the anus.
I know I am ridiculous in some ways, but if you think about it, why wouldn’t most men make an actual study of how to make women come, and come again (You know, in the balls that are “bouncing to the left, and bouncing to the right” Edit: I will note the original seems to have been, uh, pulled)? The beautiful thing about women is they have no real limit. They don’t run out of orgasms, just energy.
Sex is a very natural thing. Sex without connection, at least for a time, is not. Sometimes a shared rut is just the thing–sometimes both want it, both need, and both really enjoy it–but somehow we seem to make it all very dirty, even when as a matter of high level social policy everything is perfectly, perfectly acceptable in every way.