exhaling.
Dianaâs eyes went wide. âYou little fucker! I canât believe I believed you.â
Elizabeth shrugged and passed the joint back to Diana. âDonât feel bad. Doctors used to say that the intravaginal insufflation of tobacco smoke was a cure for hysteria. People believe anything if itâs stated with confidence, no matter how absurd. Is testicular pendulation more absurd than intravaginal insufflation? Not hardly.â
âIntravaginal insufflation?â Diana repeated and sucked pensively on the joint. âIs that what it sounds like it is?â she asked.
Elizabeth nodded. âYeah, blowing smoke up a womanâs cooch. They also used to believe that blowing tobacco smoke into the anus of a drowned person would revive them. In fact, thatâs where we get the phrase, blowing smoke up your ass.â Elizabeth hit the joint a second time, then extinguished it against the side of a random beer bottle. âGood thing doctors are so much wiser nowadays, eh?â
âHow do I know youâre not still blowing smoke up my ass?â
âWell,â Elizabeth replied. âFor posterityâs sake, the word scrotum does derive from the Latin
scrautum
for quiver. But itâs the noun quiver, not the verb. Quiver like a sack of arrows. And thatâs weird, too, since it implies the sperm as the arrows and the penis as the bow. Itâs a disturbingly martial metaphor for lovemaking, and it obviously says a lot about what kind of men created this culture. Itâs the same men, after all, who
believed that the sperm was a homunculus, a fully formed but miniature human that simply grows inside the fertile woman, like planting a seed in the ground. Howâs that for procreative reversal?â
âThat I have heard of.â Diana shook her head. âSo stupid.â
âHave you ever heard of homunculating?â
âI donât know, is this more bullshit?â
âUnfortunately, no. To homunculate is to try ineffectively to have intercourse with a small penis.â At that, they both cackled like schoolgirls, and it was clear to both that they shared unfortunate carnal knowledge of the homunculatory act.
âWhat about the cremaster muscle?â Diana asked. âDid you make that up?â
âUh-uh.â Elizabeth shook her head. âThe cremaster is real. It draws the scrotum closer to the body as a result of cold, fear, or scratching the inner thigh. But aside from the scattered freaks who can wiggle their ears or raise one eyebrow, only tantric yogis can do so voluntarily. For most men, the cremaster contracts as a simple protective reflex.â
âSo men donât wag their balls?â
âMen do not wag their balls,â Elizabeth confirmed with mock sobriety. âPlease, Diana, letâs not start any rumors.â
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37 D IANA WAS an aquaholic. She drank at least a gallon of reverse-osmosis bottled waterâfortified with several key flower essences and remineralized with a magic rockâdaily. She would only drink her water out of her most prized possession: a glass gallon jug she carried with her everywhere. This jug was unique in that it had a jagged rock at the bottom, an
ostensibly magic rock that was somehow larger than the neck of the bottle. Diana had no explanation for this other than that she had found the jug floating in the Mississippi River one day (she would never discover that this was in fact an artifact from the very same tornado in which Elizabeth was born). In any event, as Diana always explained, since both distillation and reverse osmosis strip water of much of its dissolved mineral content, the magic rock served to remineralize her water. Water is the ultimate solvent, she pointed out, and ultrapurified water can strip the body of minerals, not to mention taking on the resin of the plastic bottles in which it is packaged.
Undoubtedly, Diana was a water radical, and she did not
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