mr. braun, i hope you're not using the research i think you are. i can't say i spent much effort beyond figuring out the studies by Belzer, whipple, the spanish guy whose name i'm not going to attempt to type and zaviavi don't appear in a single journal the american medical association and other serious, peer-reviewed journals of medicine have approved of.

right off the bat, these authors are phd's in things like "counseling" not doctors like the people who were accepted, educated and conduct their studies at real research hospitals. they're not in the NEJM, they're not qualified to work at hopkins and the 1982-4 studies were actually rejected by peer-review because they couldn't even demonstrate clinical-blindness or control over their sampling. in fact, none of them have, nothing but in-house testing and small, anonymous sampling of participants conducted at unimpressive facilities.

sexologists aren't doctors, they're sharon mitchell, random spanish and eastern european studies that didn't get picked up as having any rigor by the larger european medical community may be interesting. but they haven't bothered repeating them under scrutiny-if it's true, do it again and get the same kind of numbers in your samples under scrutiny of real doctors, clinicians and labs.

it's pretty obvious most urologists and gynos don't take it seriously past being a weakened pelvic wall and incontinence with some trace of chickie-cum and take the stance it's unremarkable but "not to be ashamed of it". sex-positive writers and counselors and clucking, sociology-phds using Dr. to dispense advice about medical issues love it. it's something to write about.

at the end of the day, it's the same couple of b-rate studies being hawked by sex-counselors/columnists/and wannabe dr. laura's as some twisted version of feminism saying "see? women ejaculate just like men can! equality!". hey, it puts bread on the table for them and makes incontinence a celebration of sexuality instead of a reason you'd run out of the bedroom weeping while your husband buys plastic sheets for nights you're feeling randy.


i'd love to see your sources. hell, why don't you see if you can go over to ucla with one of your squirters, digitally-manipulate her and have someone there observe how the sample got from her to a lab(oops, the study that sparked everything didn't do this) and do the porno equivalent of curing cancer if it's not basically urine at a nice hospital you'd go to if you actually trust a diagnosis from. hell, have them read the results of the analysis as the opening scene to your next movie.

you could prove it, you'd be the salk of squirting and people who didn't fetishize it would stop think you're lying to sell movies to those who get off on the concept.