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This was probably my favorite thing I read yesterday thanks to the serendipity of what my friends share.

It is infuriating in so many ways, showing the misogyny in medicine, but it's also written in a delightful, funny way. Plus, it was truly educational, which I love. And I've studied these things pretty deeply.

Renee Stonebraker

Jul 02, 2026

"Adult women should not still be debating on what orgasms do or do not exist in the year 2026. In a time where science is trying to create artificial wombs, the fact that the bodies of over half the population are still considered medical mysteries has continued to disappoint me.

Unfortunately, I have to start with a horrific fact I stumbled upon.

If You’ve Had an Episiotomy, I Regret to Inform You

They’ve been cutting blind. I hate to go in dry, but there is no other way to break this news. The first complete 3D map of the nerves inside the clitoral glans, which, yes, extends down and around to where they like to slice women open during childbirth, was not completed until March of 2026. As in, about four months ago at the time of this publication. Yeah.

In March 2026, a team of researchers at Amsterdam University Medical Center published the first complete 3D map of the nerves inside the clitoral glans.[1] They used a synchrotron, a machine that generates X-rays ten trillion times stronger than a conventional CT scanner, to image donated female pelvises at a resolution of 0.001 millimeters.[2] The map corrected multiple errors in existing medical literature. It revealed that the main sensory nerve of the clitoris doesn’t taper as it reaches the glans as previously believed. Instead it branches like a tree throughout the glans and extends further into the clitoral hood than anyone had documented.[3] It confirmed that the clitoris contains over 10,000 nerve fibers, with a nerve density up to 15 times greater than the penis.[4]

That last figure had previously been estimated using data from a cow. From 1976.[4]

One part that I didn't include was how she talked about greeting him at the door and he pretty much instantly initiated sex. The whole story makes her sound like a MRA's dream girl: she greets him in her own home wearing high heels and stylish clothes and makeup, has sex with him immediately without complaint, lets him do whatever he wants to get off, and barely even complains about the grievous injury she receives at his hands or the fact that she didn't orgasm once during her entire relationship with him. She mentions that he never thought of her pleasure like it was an afterthought to her, an additional strike against him but not enough on its own to be brought up. And despite that, despite her being a "cool girl" who he apparently said was "marriage material", he still drops her like she's nothing to him the moment she was injured because he obviously couldn't be bothered.

Even to the very end of her story, she doesn't think he did anything wrong by pulling her hair like that nor does she denounce "rough sex". All she talks about is how to pull hair "safely". Like....this is fucked up. How could you read this and not see that man as anything but a self-obsessed, misogynistic, abusive asshole despite all her attempts to paint him to the contrary? He literally fucked her when he felt like it, broke her neck, then left like it was none of his business.

The male theft of fire, and the sun, is another theme common to myths across a variety of cultures. In a northern Asiatic tradition, Old Grandmother's grandson stole fire from her and burned down the world. Prometheus stole fire from the sun in Greece—from the protomoon, men got the red fire, like blood. In one African myth, the culture hero Mokele "steals" the sun when he goes up a river and discovers the place where the sun lives in a cave. This act of differentiation of the sun surely means he "stole" it from the original protomoon of the female tradition. . . .

Raiding and stealing, always under specific rules, have primarily been men's work, part of men's story. In myths from China to South America, some male characters are thieves who take, not only the paraphernalia of women, but women themselves, queens renowned for their beauty and slaves from other tribes. In addition, they make off with fire, the sun, livestock, treasures, technologies. One effect of this was the accumulation of materials and ideas from many different places, combining and recombining to form mechanical arts and complex trades. Another was the dispersal of "women's stuff" and tribal arts, scattered out from the sacred huts into the secular world. Men, more often than women, have widely dispersed and recombined knowledge, craft, trade, and story.

Ever since gay marriage became legal in Spain in 2005, thousands of lesbian couples have tied the knot. But this law has an interesting precedent; Marcela and Elisa were married in 1901. In a church wedding!

Wedding photo of Marcela (left) and Elisa, dressed as a man.

Of course, same-sex marriage was not legal in Spain at the time, so the two school teachers had to come up with a delicate scheme. One day, Elisa and Marcela simulated a fight in the house they shared in the tiny village of Dumbría, and Elisa moved to A Coruña. While there, Elisa cut her hair, started wearing men’s clothes, and took up smoking. She found a priest desperate to gain parishioners, and he baptized her as a man. She adopted the name ‘Mario’ and returned to Dumbría. Marcela then introduced Elisa to her family and neighbors as ‘Mario’, Elisa’s cousin, and said they were going to get married. Indeed, people were amazed at how much this ‘Mario’ looked like Elisa; same height, same voice, same mannerisms and temper. The wedding was held on the 8th of June, 1901, in the Church of St. Jorge in A Coruña. After the ceremony, the happy couple was photographed at José Sellier’s studio. The next day, the newlyweds returned to Dumbría in a horse carriage.

Eventually, Marcela and ‘Mario’ were outed by their suspecting neighbors to local authorities. A huge scandal broke out, with both national and international newspapers writing about the ‘disgraceful’ marriage which did not include a man. Both women were fired from their jobs, excommunicated, and an arrest warrant was issued for both of them. The couple fled to many Spanish cities, until finally boarding a ship to the Americas, presumably to Argentina. It should be noted that Marcela and Elisa’s wedding is still valid to this day, since it was never annulled by neither The Catholic Church nor the Civil Registry. Therefore, Marcela and Elisa’s union is the first officially registered same-sex marriage in Spain, 104 years before it became legal for Spanish lesbian couples to marry.

for anyone interested in the history of "lolicon" as a term, and especially those interested in the "lolicon has nothing to do with real children" defence (complete cope), I highly recommend giving this a read. some excerpts:

In Japan, this debate first formed around shoujo-ai photography collections. The first photobook of this nature was published in 1969, depicting a 12-year-old girl photographed by Kenmochi Katsuo. These early photographs were largely naturalist (or, nudist) portraits, but later ones had specific theming. At the time, Japanese society regarded nude children with the same attitude held by the Victorian English: inherently sexless and with a sense of holy purity, and this innocence could symbolically “counteract” vulgarity. (Takatsuki 53) However, shoujo-ai media took advantage of this openness, deceptively presenting nude children out in the open by relying on onlookers to believe that this imagery was not intended to be sexual. One man’s disinterest in a weird magazine of naked kids running around in a field was another man’s coveted pornography.

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This is perhaps why so many hobbyists look back on the Lolicon Boom with a sense of wonderment. If one does not know about the “other” side of the Lolicon Boom, it seems as if the entire Boom was a period of artistic flourishment, wherein hobbyists united to produce their own magazines, animation, and even venues of commerce. However, the same thing was happening elsewhere with real children.

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It is important to note creepshot photography is not exclusive to the Japanese entertainment industry. There have been ample instances where Western publications have used voyeuristic photography (of celebrities and civilians alike) as for-profit content, but Japan had the unique problem of a closely-guarded, extremely specific loophole: “you can publish naked children without obscuring their genitalia because they don’t have public hair”. For most people, this is an absurd scenario they would never, ever normally encounter during their magazine reading experience. Unfortunately, some publications realized this loophole made them a lot of money – some of these magazines were even being mailed overseas. These magazines soon began covertly circulating child exploitation, right alongside graphic photos of adult models and other exploited creepshot victims. Most shockingly, some readers of the time later admitted they tolerated the presence of child genitalia because of the novelty of actually getting to see an unobscured vagina. As photo magazines were traded internationally, non-Japanese readers were often shocked to see children in these publications, leading to an ongoing Western stereotype that pedophilia is mainstream and tolerated in Japanese culture. These magazines were not representative of the entire population – rather, they came to be after multiple phases of the industry’s creatives gave photographers too great a benefit of a doubt.

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