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Why dump the "sexual" fluids of females: a narrative review
Why dump the "sexual" fluids of females: a narrative review-talesforlife11
Introduction and hypothesis
Women expel various kinds of fluids during sexual activities. These are manifestations of sexual arousal and orgasm or coital incontinence. This study is aimed at suggesting a diagnostic scheme to differentiate among these phenomena.
Methods
Web of Science and Ovid (MEDLINE) databases were systematically searched from 1950 to 2017 for articles on various fluid expulsion phenomena in women during sexual activities, which contain relevant information on sources and composition of the expelled fluids.
Results
An ultra-filtrate of blood plasma of variable quantity, which is composed of transvaginal transudate at sexual stimulation, enables vaginal lubrication. Female ejaculation (FE) is the secretion of a few milliliters of thick, milky fluid by the female prostate (Skene’s glands) during orgasm, which contains prostate-specific antigen. Squirting (SQ) is defined as the orgasmic transurethral expulsion of tenths of milliliters of a form of urine containing various concentrations of urea, creatinine, and uric acid. FE and SQ are two phenomena with different mechanisms. Coital incontinence (CI) could be classified into penetration and orgasm forms, which could be associated with stress urinary incontinence or detrusor hyperactivity.
Conclusion
Squirting, FE, and CI are different phenomena with various mechanisms and could be differentiated according to source, quantity, expulsion mechanism, and subjective feelings during sexual activities.
Women can ejaculate. This depends on you. Know why the new ejaculation secrets
In 1642 a Dutch researcher, Regnier De Graaf, made a clinical description of the female prostate using modern scientific methods. In the 1800’s, Alexander Skene characterized the organ further and replaced its name with his own, calling it the Skene’s glands.
But from here on the story of female ejaculation gets messy. Societal ideas of femininity, masculinity, gender and sexuality seemed to influence the scientific study of female ejaculation. A lot of good studies on the topic got overlooked, and some bad science got overused.
The tale of female ejaculation and the female prostate is important to tell not only because many women still struggle with orgasms, sexual fluids and their sex lives, but also because it serves as a shining example of how culture can influence science.
So, without further ado, let’s get down to the nitty gritty.
A Remake of an Old Classic: Can Women Ejaculate?
At the beginning of the 20th century a renaissance of female ejaculation studies occurred. Early papers discussing the phenomenon lacked a unified opinion on whether a liquid may exit a woman’s genitals upon orgasm, and if it did, where it came from or what it was made of.
Ernst Grafenberg (now famous for first describing the G-spot) introduced a controversial idea in the 1950’s when he postulated that stimulation of the G-spot was responsible for the ejaculation of fluid through the Skene’s glands. Despite his status as a respected researcher his thorough descriptions of the female ejaculation were seen by academia as anecdotal at best and falsified at worst.
If the work of experts was not being recognized, it seemed unlikely that others would have luck publishing pro-female ejaculation research. And indeed, after Grafenberg came quite a bit of writing outright rejecting the notion of female ejaculation. Notably, even Alfred Kinsey, famous for inventing the Kinsey scale, and in many ways the father of modern sexology, weighed in on the topic of female ejaculation, claiming that it truly was contractions of the vagina pushing out the fluid from the vaginal walls, and therefore not an “actual ejaculation.”
The few papers in support of female ejaculation that were published postulated that female ejaculation might originate from small glands located just below the urethra. At the same time, another theory started making waves:that female ejaculation was just urinary incontinence.
But, for all of the papers being published, no actual studies were being performed. It wasn’t until the 80’s that studies of female ejaculation started occurring and turning up evidence for female ejaculation. A couple of literature reviews on this subject in the mid 80’s consider the study by Addiego et al. in 1981 to be the first “hard” research done on this subject. It was a case study and “provided objective evidence supporting the hypothesis that female ejaculation, a partial, infertile homologue of male ejaculation, exists,” and that it was at least in part chemically distinct from urine.
Are You Sure You’re Not Just Peeing? Really Sure?
The landscape of research shifted slightly after this case study, as the goal was no longer to prove or disprove the existence of the female ejaculation, but now to classify its composition and source.
To do this, several more studies were conducted in the 1980’s that either definitively classified urine and ejaculate as two distinct fluids or came to no conclusion at all. The only studies opposing this conclusion were performed by Goldberg et al. in 1983, and Alzate in 1985. Goldberg tested six women, Alzate only one. While Goldberg concluded that “the ejaculate and urine seem to be one and the same,” Alzate only wrote that the ejaculate and urine were chemically indistinguishable. Nonetheless it’s Alzate’s study that was cited again and again as proof that female ejaculate was urine.
For more on urinanalysis and Alzate’s study’s flaws click here
The 80’s and 90’s saw several more studies that further proved the non-urine nature of female ejaculate, so with the existence and nature of the ejaculate seemingly sorted, research shifted to finding its source.
Do Women Have A Prostate?
De Graaf had initially coined the term female prostate for the female ejaculatory organ, but this terminology had been rejected and reworked into the Skene’s glands, since it wasn’t thought the female prostate (if it even existed) was analogous to the male prostate. Well, the late 80’s saw the resurgence of the name ‘female prostate’ for this organ, as the evidence mounted for the analogous nature of the male prostate gland and Skene’s glands.
The evidence pointed to a female prostate that was the source of female ejaculate, as well as a highly functioning hormone producing organ, with function very similar to the male prostate. Dr Zaviacic, who performed hundreds of autopsies, chemical and clinical experiments, reported that “the female prostate was observed at autopsy in two thirds of women of reproductive age”. He also wrote that there was massive variation in prostate size, function and component ratio from woman to woman. These variations could explain why only some women ejaculate, and why the volume and colour of that ejaculate seemed so variable.
With the name “female prostate” poised to fall back into usage, semantic arguments seemed to dominate the conversation. Scientists argued over minute anatomical points, and whether the prostates found in women could be considered “well developed.” They argued that since female ejaculate served no reproductive function, it shouldn't be called ejaculate. And they argued over the very definition of ejaculate. Did an ejaculation originate, by definition, exclusively from a penis? Did an ejaculation need to contain sperm?
Thankfully, in 2001 the Federative Committee on Anatomical Terminology officially renamed the Skene’s glands back to female prostate’’ and ended this tedious terminology argument once and for all.
Regardless of what it was called though, it seemed that the world had finally reached a consensus that women have prostates and can expel a fluid upon orgasm that is not urine. Research in support of female ejaculation continued to appear, and systematic reviews, like this one by Pastor, further highlighted that female ejaculation was not due to urinary incontinence.
Thus, the long debate seems to have ended.
There was actually one more study, in 2009, that denied female ejaculation. It suffered from some serious flaws however. Click here to read about it
Ok, Women Have Prostates. So, What?
21st century studies have been able to make great progress characterizing the female prostate. We now know it can suffer from the same diseases as the male prostate, like carcinoma, prostatitis, and prostate cancer. We also know that inflammation of the Skene’s glands may be implicated in chronic UTIs, and that these glands can develop painful cysts.
New studies have found antimicrobial compounds, similar to those found in male ejaculate, in female ejaculate. So, it may be that female ejaculation could confer a protection against UTIs.
One of the last remaining mysteries was highlighted in a 2015 study that took pelvic ultrasounds of seven women who self-reported experiencing ejaculation. It found that before and after orgasm the bladders of the women were empty, but during the build up to orgasm, the bladder rapidly filled, and then rapidly emptied upon ejaculation. This large-volume ejaculate was found to be chemically similar to the women’s urine (though not identical).
The current evidence points to women not only ejaculating but experiencing two types of ejaculations: a small-volume ejaculate that is milky in colour and that originates primarily from the prostate, and a clear, larger-volume ejaculate originating primarily from the bladder.
Bad Science Doesn’t Only Affect Scientists
The bad science that paved the historical road of female ejaculation has had some serious effects. Our sordid history of female prostate denial has created a society unwilling to accept its existence, despite the scientific evidence.
For instance, studies have shown that people with vaginas are only shown reaching orgasm in pornographic movies in 18% of cases, with female ejaculation being shown 5% of the time, (As opposed to 78% and 90% respectively for men).
In 2014 Britain banned pornographic depictions of female ejaculation, claiming that the fluid ejaculated is really urine. They justified this on the basis that urine is unsterile and could cause an infection if a participant had an open wound. That’s true of all sexual fluids, but I don’t see them banning male ejaculation.
It’s hard (if not impossible) to quantify the effects the non-acceptance of female ejaculation has had on women. In the most serious sense, cases of female prostate cancer and chronic UTIs have likely gone undiagnosed or untreated. In a less life-threatening sense, many women have had to face a body of evidence that denies their everyday sexual experience. A quote from a research paper on this topic really highlights what women who ejaculated were up against: “The ignorance and/or confusion still prevalent among women about the anatomy and physiology of their sexual organs may make them mistake either vaginal lubrication or stress urinary incontinence for an ‘ejaculation’.”
We should let the long journey to the “discovery” of the female prostate serve as a cautionary tale. When we let poorly performed studies, misinterpreted results, and gendered assumptions drown out real evidence, we make mistakes, delay discoveries, and end up looking pretty dumb in retrospect.
I am fascinated that there still remain mysteries to uncover about our bodies, and truly excited to see what research is being done on female ejaculation and the female prostate now. I’m also waiting with bated breath to see when Gray’s Anatomy decides include the female prostate in its textbooks
Do Zoologists Pick Animal Names Like -talesforlife11
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wunderpus photogenicus
Wunderpus photogenicus is actually a scientific name, not a dumb-downed name for the rest of us, and no doubt it is the funniest one out there. It sounds like the perfect moniker for one of those adorable cats online that’s been forced to wear a hero’s cape and pose in front of a cloud background. Such a photogenic wonder-puss!
In reality, the wunderpus photogenicus is a type of octopus that likes to soak in the warm waters of Bali. We don’t blame him. His bold reddish-brown and white colors also make him a favorite of snorkeling photographers, hence the photogenicus
Blond vs. Blonde: What’s The Difference -Ejaculation
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Grammatical gender* is an unfamiliar concept to some native English speakers. If you’re learning a language like Spanish, for instance, one of the earliest lessons is that some nouns are feminine (la mesa for “the table”) and others masculine (el café for “coffee”). Gendered words are part of many other languages around the world, too, but not so much in English—or are they?
Believe it or not, English shared the practice of gendering nouns until around the 1200s. And, around this time, it also began borrowing vast amounts of words from French, which, like Spanish, has grammatical gender. This is how we get the whole blond vs. blonde bombshell. So, what’s the difference?
What does blond mean?
You probably know blond as a hair color. It literally means “light-colored,” and was first recorded in English in the mid-1400s. It derives from the French blond, which refers to “light brown” and similar hues.
But wait, haven’t you seen the word blond spelled with an E too: blonde? Well, those French origins we were just talking about are why the word has two different spellings in English.
How is blonde different from blond?
Blonde and blond essentially mean the same thing. It’s just that in French, blond is the masculine form, both as a noun and adjective; adding the E makes it feminine. So, a woman with blond hair is une blonde, a man, un blond.
In English—if we are being technical about the word’s French origins—blonde as a noun or adjective should be applied to women or girls “having light hair and usually fair skin and light eyes.” That means a man or boy is a blond, or has blond hair—not blonde hair with an E.
The Associated Press (AP) Style Book upholds this rule. Garner’s Modern American Usage, on the other hand, cautions against using blonde due to risks of sexism. Having a blonde moment or being a dumb blonde isn’t really about hair color, is it?
Further complicating matters is the fact that blond, in American English, is often the preferred default adjective while British English tends toward blonde. Can you say “confusing”?
Is there still a standardized distinction between blonde and blond?
Style guides aside, the blond and blonde distinction may be breaking down in popular writing. A March 2019 PopSugar article celebrated female country singer Maren Morris’s new “blond” hair. Meanwhile, in January 2019, a Time headline noted male actor Chris Messina’s “blonde” hair on the red carpet.
And, it’s not just hair. Starbucks sells blonde, not blond, espresso, and some brewers serve up blonde ales. Do they mean to feminize their coffee or beer, or is it just that we are using blond and blonde more interchangeably these days?
As Random House copy chief Benjamin Dreyer observes in his 2019 style guide Dreyer’s English: “‘Blonde’ carries some heavy cultural baggage by way of the moldy pejorative ‘dumb blonde,’ so use it thoughtfully and carefully, if at all.”
What other words follow this pattern?
Interestingly, blond is not the only gendered hair color. The word brunette is actually the feminine form of the word brunet. Like blond(e), these words are French in origin. Technically, a brunette is a “brown-haired female” while a brunet is a male one. But, this distinction has largely fallen out of fashion, unlike blond and blonde—and unlike fiancé and fiancée.
A fiancé means “a man engaged to be married” while a fiancée is a woman so engaged. The words, first recorded in English in the 1850s, come from the French fiancier, “to promise,” ultimately form the Latin fides, “faith.” In English, such gendered language is common in relationship terms (e.g., girlfriend and boyfriend, husband and wife), though a societal push for nonbinary, non-heteronormative ways to speak about relationships may change that in the future.
We can see also how language evolves with societal norms by looking at words like poetess or prophetess, female forms of poet or prophet that have largely become archaic as we’ve realized we don’t need to mark gender in these contexts. That’s because setting aside a term like poetess just for female poets can imply that 1) poets being male is a default assumption, and 2) female poets are somehow lesser or inferior.
Flight attendant has overtaken stewardess for the airline employee, as the latter has been variously seen to trivialize or sexualize the job as woman’s work. Actor and waiter are also beginning to prevail over gendered terms like waitress and actress—though the Academy Awards still makes the distinction for the latter when it hands out its trophies.
As society trends more gender-neutral language, it will be interesting to see whether or not these and other words maintain these extraneous, confusing, and often just conventional distinctions in gender. Who knows, maybe in the future having a blonde moment will refer to occasions when people insist on fussing about the differences between blond vs. blonde.
*It’s important to note that grammatical gender, outside of references to humans, animals, etc., doesn’t correlate to natural sex or gender identity. In most cases, it’s simply a way of categorizing nouns based on arbitrary assignments (i.e., there isn’t anything inherently feminine about la mesa in Spanish)
Grammatical gender* is an unfamiliar concept to some native English speakers. If you’re learning a language like Spanish, for instance, one of the earliest lessons is that some nouns are feminine (la mesa for “the table”) and others masculine (el café for “coffee”). Gendered words are part of many other languages around the world, too, but not so much in English—or are they?
Believe it or not, English shared the practice of gendering nouns until around the 1200s. And, around this time, it also began borrowing vast amounts of words from French, which, like Spanish, has grammatical gender. This is how we get the whole blond vs. blonde bombshell. So, what’s the difference?
What does blond mean?
You probably know blond as a hair color. It literally means “light-colored,” and was first recorded in English in the mid-1400s. It derives from the French blond, which refers to “light brown” and similar hues.
But wait, haven’t you seen the word blond spelled with an E too: blonde? Well, those French origins we were just talking about are why the word has two different spellings in English.
How is blonde different from blond?
Blonde and blond essentially mean the same thing. It’s just that in French, blond is the masculine form, both as a noun and adjective; adding the E makes it feminine. So, a woman with blond hair is une blonde, a man, un blond.
In English—if we are being technical about the word’s French origins—blonde as a noun or adjective should be applied to women or girls “having light hair and usually fair skin and light eyes.” That means a man or boy is a blond, or has blond hair—not blonde hair with an E.
The Associated Press (AP) Style Book upholds this rule. Garner’s Modern American Usage, on the other hand, cautions against using blonde due to risks of sexism. Having a blonde moment or being a dumb blonde isn’t really about hair color, is it?
Further complicating matters is the fact that blond, in American English, is often the preferred default adjective while British English tends toward blonde. Can you say “confusing”?
Is there still a standardized distinction between blonde and blond?
Style guides aside, the blond and blonde distinction may be breaking down in popular writing. A March 2019 PopSugar article celebrated female country singer Maren Morris’s new “blond” hair. Meanwhile, in January 2019, a Time headline noted male actor Chris Messina’s “blonde” hair on the red carpet.
And, it’s not just hair. Starbucks sells blonde, not blond, espresso, and some brewers serve up blonde ales. Do they mean to feminize their coffee or beer, or is it just that we are using blond and blonde more interchangeably these days?
As Random House copy chief Benjamin Dreyer observes in his 2019 style guide Dreyer’s English: “‘Blonde’ carries some heavy cultural baggage by way of the moldy pejorative ‘dumb blonde,’ so use it thoughtfully and carefully, if at all.”
What other words follow this pattern?
Interestingly, blond is not the only gendered hair color. The word brunette is actually the feminine form of the word brunet. Like blond(e), these words are French in origin. Technically, a brunette is a “brown-haired female” while a brunet is a male one. But, this distinction has largely fallen out of fashion, unlike blond and blonde—and unlike fiancé and fiancée.
A fiancé means “a man engaged to be married” while a fiancée is a woman so engaged. The words, first recorded in English in the 1850s, come from the French fiancier, “to promise,” ultimately form the Latin fides, “faith.” In English, such gendered language is common in relationship terms (e.g., girlfriend and boyfriend, husband and wife), though a societal push for nonbinary, non-heteronormative ways to speak about relationships may change that in the future.
We can see also how language evolves with societal norms by looking at words like poetess or prophetess, female forms of poet or prophet that have largely become archaic as we’ve realized we don’t need to mark gender in these contexts. That’s because setting aside a term like poetess just for female poets can imply that 1) poets being male is a default assumption, and 2) female poets are somehow lesser or inferior.
Flight attendant has overtaken stewardess for the airline employee, as the latter has been variously seen to trivialize or sexualize the job as woman’s work. Actor and waiter are also beginning to prevail over gendered terms like waitress and actress—though the Academy Awards still makes the distinction for the latter when it hands out its trophies.
As society trends more gender-neutral language, it will be interesting to see whether or not these and other words maintain these extraneous, confusing, and often just conventional distinctions in gender. Who knows, maybe in the future having a blonde moment will refer to occasions when people insist on fussing about the differences between blond vs. blonde.
*It’s important to note that grammatical gender, outside of references to humans, animals, etc., doesn’t correlate to natural sex or gender identity. In most cases, it’s simply a way of categorizing nouns based on arbitrary assignments (i.e., there isn’t anything inherently feminine about la mesa in Spanish)
Wednesday, 10 April 2019
talesforlife.A Few Mavens of Wisdom: What They Offered Me- talesforlife
She cleared her throat and said, “I find it regrettable that I have to search for words at times, and then have to make do with an inferior word, something not truly accurate. My faculties are slowing down.”
She stated this dilemma with acceptance, but I detected a dash of annoyance.
I suppressed a small laugh, as she was serious. “I have always admired your exacting use of language and still don’t find it lacking. I enjoy talking with you partly for that reason.”
“Well, with my education, all the reading I do, it’s a disappointment at times to face it. My memory is the culprit, I think. It hesitates, doesn’t immediately connect each word together, anymore.”
“Your birthday is coming up. I know you don’t expect to feel fifty or even sixty.”
“No, each decade is a little more slowing down. We aren’t meant to last indefinitely in frail flesh. I’ll be eighty-nine.”
I had forgotten what age she’d be in January– mid-eighties, I thought. I don’t think of her age as we converse. On her birthday I’ll send a specially picked card and gift card to Portland’s fine Powell’s independent bookstore.
I did not say with a chuckle: You’re entitled to have a little loss of memory or razor-sharp language skills! It would seem irrelevant and inane to her. She is used to having her faculties working very well. Now her eyes are worsening, too. Beth made her point and the truth of it presented itself shortly after: a pause and fishing for the perfectly placed word. But we moved on from there without any difficulty. She is remarkable. Not only because she is one year from ninety and mostly intact.
I was on my way to admiring her from the first time we met although my husband, her son, was not close to her then. It seemed she was okay with me. Still, I was half-hippie even in my late twenties, didn’t have a decent job as I was back in college, had two children already from a failed first marriage and a new baby on its way… before even quite marrying her son, father of unborn child. It was terribly embarrassing to me, hard to be in her home. In my parents’ presence, even worse. So I wasn’t sure what to expect at all. But she, as well as the attending and formidable Grandma Suzy, were sociable enough. Perhaps they were too polite to indicate they had doubts. My parents certainly had some and said so. But we did get married and Beth was around here and there, more clearly for than against me. Us.
Who Beth is has begun to slowly unfold over time. I knew she’d received her B.A. degree from Michigan State University in the late nineteen forties and taught elementary and middle school students. After additional education, she taught those with “special needs” as it was designated. She had long ago met and married a Black man in college; it was a nearly forbidden interracial marriage. This was well before most would even consider marrying outside one’s own race. It was hard though they had two capable sons; the marriage ended after some years. She had studied classical piano and still exalts in fine music. A lover of literature, she now reads only nonfiction, a voluminous number of books, even as her eyesight fades and falters. She told me today that she has ordered ahead, to make sure she has what she wants to yet read–before her sight utterly dims. In time, she also became an amateur scholar of Biblical text/translations and is drawn to arcane theological tomes. Religious and metaphysical discussions go deep, are esoteric. My husband and she can go on for a long while on the subjects. I simply share my faith without such critical dissection–which she also appreciates–as truly, I could not compete with her knowledge, her powerful recall of text.
But she has also been a mother-in-law who secretly bought me the perfume called “Anais Anais” after I announced it a potpourri of delights. She didn’t blink an eye but supported me as I tackled complex duties and needs as a stepmother. She has cheered me on as I’ve pursued writing and my career as a social services/mental health provider–and other adjunct passions–rather than chastise me for not being more domestic in orientation. (Neither of us is a happy cook.) I can talk to her about writing better than with most of my peers; she knows the worth of a word instinctively, is a stickler for syntax and grammar. She said the other day that she really enjoys learning about my process; it made my afternoon.
Beth calls to chat if she doesn’t hear from us for awhile and always answers my phone calls with pleasure. But she is as much defined to me by what she does not do: offer advice unless sought; interfere with our decisions; criticize. She is a person who listens, who hears. Her lightning quick mind can impart extraordinary insights, along with a dose of practicality. I have been blessed to have such a mother-in-law. I know she has had painful twists and random downturns in her life, yet she remains open to possibilities. And her frankness can at times startle me off as well as prompt laughter–they both are welcomed in conversation.
As I have also aged, she has frequented my life with considerate gestures, like a beautiful china tea set I use a few times weekly, crystal bells for the Christmas tree. I send her pretty postcards from everywhere we travel and real letters. She remains a champion of a deliberate, thoughtful life and now encourages others to do the same. Her examples of what everyday courage and hope can look like makes me thankful for knowing her. I know she has her faults as we all do–she is not expecting sainthood–but I live a distance away so behold her loveliness easily. The son I married is reflective of some of her attributes as well as interesting quirks. It is fun to hear them chat in full steam after years of warmer, more frequent connection.
It is a wonder that I have rarely felt entirely alone as I’ve trod the proverbial highways and byways. Many of my best teachers were ones I may not have recognized as such at the time, as surely can happen, as we can’t anticipate when a messenger or guide may show up.
But some we do. One was my own mother. I have written much about her here so will not dwell long on her life and ways. Her industriousness, curiosity, creative spirit and zest for life were examples not lost on me. I can still hear her laugh at an absurd incident as well as just for plain old joy, but I also recall how quickly she wept for those who suffered or from her own hurt and frustration. I never saw this as less than a rich humanness and it moved me. Her intuition; love of beauty; grace in grappling with disasters. Her tireless capacity for helping; the take charge attitude and organizational talents–all these strengthened me, prepared me better for my own dreaming and doing. Her deficits only served to make her more uniquely complex, as is true of all people I have known and loved.
Some people speak little or less ably, yet manage to instruct well. When I was in elementary school and my mother taught other children, I from time to time walked after school to her best friend’s house to wait for her. Mom had to drive home from a distance and do errands. Winetta Titus’ house was half a block from Eastlawn Elementary. As soon as I entered her foyer I was, well, at home. My second home, with my second mother. The air was aromatic with food–dinner, snacks, bread or other baked goods–and furniture polish, plus a hint of nail polish or perfume from the hallway where Jo, her daughter’s room was. (Jo was eight years older so I spoke little with her. But stacks of movie celebrity magazines were shared with me. They were considered useless, even tawdry by my parents so I felt a guilty pleasure gawking at the stars.)
Mrs. Titus’ spacious, orderly living room had a back wall comprised of huge windows. I could immediately view the big yard and extravagant garden. Not just a few rows of veggies, but overflowing rows of flowers, many of which seemed achingly beautiful, almost mysterious. Gardening was Mrs. Titus’ happy hobby; she had to have had magic hands, secret knowledge. She also fed birds from various bird feeders attached to windows or on long poles. She tirelessly battled bandit squirrels and sometimes lost; since then I’ve not much fondness for the fluffy-tailed rodents. But just having time to watch all that in play, to wander beyond the elegant French doors that led to patio and yard with nary another pressing thing on my mind–that was heavenly. The birds were like friends of hers, then mine, and she could name them all. I learned to recognize a few of them as well as their songs. And I helped her pick and arrange flowers for colorful bouquets–sometimes got to take a bunch home, a gift I never found less than fabulous. Our own yard had flowers (irises, tulips, gladiolas) lined up at attention alongside the house and garage but not such exotic profusion.
Like my mother, she sewed well and often. I might sit in her sewing room and watch her turn fabric into something useful–memorable quilts, for example. She might ask me to help in the kitchen or at least keep her company. To dry dishes or help make dinner for her daughter and husband, even if it was handing her a measuring cup or peeling a small potato. In my own house there were so many people and such tight schedules of activities for all that I rarely had the luxury of hanging about a kitchen or watching out windows. Mrs. Titus would ask about my day, what I was learning, how my skating or cello lessons were going. It felt a bonus to be asked to stay for dinner. Yes, it was different from home–it was emptier, quieter–but often seemed calmer. When my mother arrived it was a surprise that so much time had passed. I loved how they greeted each other, with hugs and chatter.
If you had met Winetta Titus at a community meeting or in a store you might have said she had a prickly personality, even a bit of severe quality which seemed written on her face with sharp nose and pursed lips. She could be sarcastic, I realized, was quick to fuss at her daughter. She and her husband could have loud fusses–strange to me, as my parents disagreed privately, almost unknown to us. Her sadness floated about at times but there was contentment with her skills and tasks, real joy in her birds and garden. She did volunteer work for many in our city.
Whatever was brewing under the surface of her life, there was a wellspring of kindness. I felt I got the best of her; not once did I doubt her true heart. Some years later when I was furious and aching, adrift and seeking relief in substances, she never judged me, never scolded. I’ll not forget when we crossed paths in church. She silently embraced me and I held on; she whispered she loved me and that life would be good again. That alone carried me forward a long while. I accepted her love and believed that she knew the truth of pressing onward, of surviving.
Mrs. Titus was one who showed me how to be more inclusive, helpful, and appreciative–all by being that way with me. I felt safe with her those early years when her home was a friendly sanctuary.
I, of course, had teachers who mentored me and neighbors were fine examples of accomplished adulthood. Friends of my parents at times seemed more like older aunts (and uncles) and I also enjoyed caring blood aunts. I had more good examples than many.
Often it was female (male, too) writers, artists, dancers and musicians who held powerful places in my life. They might local artists or visiting from afar–we welcomed them in our home, at times–but also those I admired from afar: cellist Jacqueline DuPre; dancer Martha Graham; painter Georgia O’Keefe; folk singers Joni Mitchell, Joan Baez, Buffy Saint Marie; writers Madeline L’Engle, Flannery O’Connor and poet Muriel Rukeyser–to name a very few. I once heard the opera singer Leontyne Price perform. Afterwards, via my father’s contacts, I went backstage and got her autograph. Her patient smile lifted me as much as her soaring voice.
Denise Levertov was among the extraordinary poets whose writings I savored, memorized, aspired to learn from as I studied her work. She sadly died in 1997 at age 74 after an illustrious career. It was in 1964 when I bought Levertov’s poetry book O Taste and See, also the title of one of my favorite poems. I still have the book with its yellowed pages, the corners dog-eared for poems I especially liked, phrases check-marked. I would share one here if copyright allowed.
Her deep sensitivity to the natural world soothed me. Her few words revealed a sense of separateness reassured me. Her spiritual quandaries and finally peace helped guide me. Her politics were very personal. As I grew up her work for feminism echoed my own inclinations. I had an ally even though she was just words on paper–they were another real person’s experience, this woman who had done with her life some of what I longed to try. She knew what I wondered over–knew very much more. As she moved through the world she found there sacredness–this resonated with me. I knew someone else saw what I saw, transcribed it exquisitely as I struggled with my own voice as a young writer. She also was honest about many things unjust and ugly; it was painful yet liberating: I was a person who craved to understand the whole picture, all truths of it. Reading her was a small mercy and provided another seed of hope. I regret I never attended a reading. I hadn’t even know until too late that she lived in Seattle, where I might have driven within 3 hours to hear her speak each careful word.
There are so many to whom I feel indebted; they were there at the right moments to aid me on my path. There are those who will never know fame but truly are noteworthy. Those better known can always use one more thank you. I need to praise others often, recount blessings received from their labors, time, creativity and patience. The few mentioned today remain among a large group who gave without fully realizing what they did for the searching, idealistic, wounded and hopeful youth I was. I took with me their probing questions and wide-ranging answers. Their rebellious streaks, prayerful spirits and a compassionate desire to enhance life, not underestimate or denigrate it. I can only hope my living has begun to reflect well on what they taught me. Happily, the learning and my evolution aren’t yet finished.
But I must tell you: I am booking us a flight to Florida. It is time to see my mother-in-law, Beth, face-to-face again, to take her hands in mine and tell her how much I care.
Love and Excisions -talesforlife
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Tomorrow I’ll roll out of bed before 6:30 so I can pick up my dear friend on the other side of the city, then ferry her back my way to the hospital. I’m doing this because I have so cared about her for fifteen years. There is a grab bag of chortles and sighs to sort through as I consider what’s ahead for her. She lives alone now. How few people we might call upon; our neighbors are usually not the first choices for such events. Just as she has been with me through upheavals and victories, I am for her. For one thing, she extended herself immediately at a women’s recovery meeting when I was in need of a particularly female place of both daring tales and ready kindnesses. It became obvious the meeting was exceptional and her rhapsody of laughter and open-heartedness made a real difference. We remain close, checking in with each other, enjoying a meal, attending movies or plays. Life has thus far been pretty darned good to us. She and I haven’t had one fall-out though we are quite different in many respects.
But tomorrow I know it will be humbling, even taxing, to pull on one of those visually defeating, chill-inducing gowns, then to lie back and submit to various drugs and tests. Then wheeled into the room where medical staff organize and implement surgical procedures. They try to reassure you as full consciousness fades. Still, you are left stripped down to vulnerability, set sailing into a narcotic-tinged land from which you emerge an amnesiac. If lucky.
It’s not a situation to be wondering why you are somehow left alone. It is not what anyone of us would want to be doing, at all. The smells, the sounds, the equipment and the faces you don’t even know but must trust…well, we do what we have to do.
She is having a lumpectomy, whereby a discovered but not yet scientifically identified mass will be removed from breast tissue and sent to pathology. I’m not certain just how the rest works after I remind her God is watching over her now and always, and I am with her, too, only in the waiting room, then give a small wave.
However, I do recall some of what it was like for me in 1977.
It seemed the room to which I was sent was right inside the exit of the small hospital. I think there was greeness seeping through curtains, undulating shadows of branches. Then the rudeness of a light so huge it swallowed me up. Or was that later? It was mainly like swimming in dreams, peculiar yet exquisite, memorable enough that I wrote a poem about it two years after the excision, at age 29. This was way back when I used the name Cynthia Guenther-Falk. It was published in a small college lit journal, Wave Two.
How is it that beauty sprang from overriding fear as my eyelids fluttered and fell? My husband at that time had brought me to a small city from the country–we were rural then–but I don’t remember his being near in other ways. We were at odds then and our teeth were set hard as we faced this new ordeal. There was a love that exhilarated us with its creativity, the countless possibilities between us, yet we could not keep steady footing for long. Before the atmosphere grew heavy, passion woven with recurrent patterns of resentment and disbelief. A sculptor and carpenter, he was an echoing force without uttering a sound. I, a writer and singer who needed to excavate obscure meanings, a lost and elegant measure. I wanted happiness to take deep root but it grew spindly, in the end. Failed us even as we held on.
And in the midst of this snarl of warning signs was that well-defined lump, left breast. An unyeilding bit of matter that made life more strident. What were we to do if it was–trying just not to think it– cancerous? What would be left of me even if not? Would this bring us together, like two feet walking in a pair of shoes as meant to be? Or would there be one more expanse taut between us as we moved into opposite positions?
There was and has still not been any breast cancer in my family–in fact, very little cancer of any sort. There is heart disease that kills in many ways; it got hold of me at 51. But before then I was horrified of that three-inch mass, how it dictated the tone of my daily life, threw long shadows onto any future. For a while. When it was sliced, tested and certified benign we were released of staggering options that would have brought more grief. But I remember how the sudden hug hurt as he pulled me so close. That after the winter I nearly subsisted on air, stress and a foolish, stubborn hope. His father was dying. The air thickened with angst. We were unable to say to one another the saving words. Then finally one late spring day he passed the children and me as we drove away from that life, and he shouted from his truck that he had already filed for divorce, anyway. How that made me cry out as if another kind of knife had rent the skin of my soul.
But the breast tissue healed. The scar was not too big, was even tidy. Sometimes I felt guilty knowing things were not fine for so many other women. I had been a hippie mom, nursing long and well, and would again. My biology had often felt easy; being female even felt irrelevant as intellect worked hard. Yet being female also had hindered and hounded me. Still, although that life was not one fitted with sturdy happiness I was able to reclaim it as my own when the diagnosis came.
In youth we feel it all but understand–indeed, can barely claim the truth–much less. I don’t today live in fear of breast cancer and the spectrum of experiences I did then. Even though anything could happen that is worse than imagined. Even though some things have. I am much older now, older than I thought I wanted to be when only 27. But I know the veil between this life and the other is nearly transparent. I have slipped through it, have even been comforted. Amazed. Life reconfigures us and we, it. I am most fearful of not living in truth, with enough depth. Not seeing the kaleidoscopic beauty of this current life. Not finding enough of God moving among us. Not loving enough, without one regret.
The physical scarring that was left me has remained visible; it has been tagged at every mammogram, explained as partners’ fingers have found it. There was another biopsy but less invasive; decades have passed and there is so much more knowledge and good treatment. But women still suffer and die way too often from the proliferation of treacherous cells. And, I know, from treacherous lives.
My first husband, he who accompanied me to the breast surgery, passed away this year. I dream of him and say his name without speaking. We had something rarefied as an orchid though it also needed more or different nourishment. He died from long-ignored cancer, which haunts me (though he would have said: it can be anything, anything that gets us, it matters little). Maybe that is why I was able to locate the poem; it longed to be recalled, the caring and errors of caring. I went right to it, found it wedged beside greater volumes on crammed and dusty bookshelves.
When my friend told me she had to have a similar procedure as I had once had, it came right back as if it was yesterday: that day, that year. And when the page was opened I felt again that disassociation, the weirdness of biopsy. But also how much any kind of love can elicit moments rare and unsettling and crucial. Friends, lovers, children, husbands. We find the intersection of such moments and take them with us or are the lesser for it.
We know how much we care for others and our very lives by how our hearts keep close their names–and the fierce and tender ways we continue living.
This is the poem from 1977. It tells a portion of that surgery’s story and what surrounded it.
Friday/Excision
I am swung high into whiteness
as voices skitter beyond.
In the chrome-ringed sun–
is this Saturn, have I come
this far?–
is my head, hair spread out
over shoulders in silken
riverlets, my neck
smooth as a moonstone.
Breath is drawn somewhere
near my toes,
vaporous breath and sensibility
rippling about veiled flesh
and mind.
as voices skitter beyond.
In the chrome-ringed sun–
is this Saturn, have I come
this far?–
is my head, hair spread out
over shoulders in silken
riverlets, my neck
smooth as a moonstone.
Breath is drawn somewhere
near my toes,
vaporous breath and sensibility
rippling about veiled flesh
and mind.
Soon the singing comes
even though I have not called it,
bird-voicings, light sounding
the whiteness through a tangle
of vines. Wings
of many colors,
eye of jewels,
flowers like plumes in the wind.
Your shaman hands dipped into
sweet waters, my throat.
even though I have not called it,
bird-voicings, light sounding
the whiteness through a tangle
of vines. Wings
of many colors,
eye of jewels,
flowers like plumes in the wind.
Your shaman hands dipped into
sweet waters, my throat.
Whirling, we lose our legs
to shadows, lengths of light.
And stop. See here?
My forehead bears our imprint
and more,
and less; nothing is lost.
But we migrate to the certainty
of earth, changed and unchanged
together.
And I become
mountainous, my narrowness
overcome with leaves and blossoms,
blossoms and leaves.
Wind.
I try not to sing aloud
to shadows, lengths of light.
And stop. See here?
My forehead bears our imprint
and more,
and less; nothing is lost.
But we migrate to the certainty
of earth, changed and unchanged
together.
And I become
mountainous, my narrowness
overcome with leaves and blossoms,
blossoms and leaves.
Wind.
I try not to sing aloud
now it is done. I see that
from my breast has come something
as large as a pigeon’s
egg. The pocket of
skin is embroidered shut;
I am covered with a new breast
of soft gauze.
And rise with quivering sight,
the knowledge of so much
fine-edged steel in a lifetime,
your fingertips dreaming
in my shoulders
from my breast has come something
as large as a pigeon’s
egg. The pocket of
skin is embroidered shut;
I am covered with a new breast
of soft gauze.
And rise with quivering sight,
the knowledge of so much
fine-edged steel in a lifetime,
your fingertips dreaming
in my shoulders
(from Wave Two, published 1977)
So, tomorrow morning I will sit and read, pray for my friend. I may even recall my own experience but will accept my past self as I was, a young woman filled to the brim with intimations of good to come yet blinded by wrong assumptions, too. But for my friend I will be present. Will hope against hope that she comes through this without any weeping but if weeping is needed, I will hold on to her. Love shared is that easy–it comes from a place of grace, thanks be to God. I want her life to be reinvigorated by joys. Balanced by peace. If difficulty is ahead may I take that road with her. The light we seek and find is always there. We are charged with keeping it bright. May it fill her being and body now and tomorrow.
Thursday, 24 August 2017
معلومات مهة الرجال خل التفاح هل يساعد في علاج ضعف الانتصاب- تعرف على فوائد الفوكها
معلومات مهة الرجال خل التفاح هل يساعد في علاج ضعف الانتصاب- تعرف على فوائد الفوكها
خل التفاح هل يساعد في علاج ضعف الانتصاب؟ تعرف على فوائد خل التفاح شبكة اليوم الاخبارية – متابعات ووكالات – حصل موضوع خل التفاح هل يساعد في علاج ضعف الانتصاب؟ تعرف على فوائد خل التفاح على صدى واسع على مواقع التواصل الاجتماعي، فقمنا بنقل تفاصيل الخبر على أن
معلومات مهم | هرمون الذكورة التستوستيرون وبالتالي يعاني الرجل من نقص الرغبة الجنسية وضعف الانتصاب
معلومات مهم | هرمون الذكورة التستوستيرون وبالتالي يعاني الرجل من نقص
الرغبة الجنسية وضعف الانتصاب
العقم يختلف عن الضعف الجنسي، وأغلب حالات العقم لدى الرجال لا يكون الرجل فيها ضعيفاً جنسيّاً، والعوامل المسببة للأمرين مختلفة إلى حد بعيد، ومن الحالات التي يكون فيها الأمران معاً هي وجود مشكلة في الخصية نتيجة مرض وراثي أو ضمور بالخصية نتيجة التهاب سابق أو صدمة بالخصية أو ورم بها، حيث يؤدي ذلك إلى تليف أنسجة الخصية وبالتالي لا تنتج حيوانات منوية، ويعاني الرجل من تأخر الإنجاب لأن الخصية تكون غير قادرة على إنتاج هرمون الذكورة (التستوستيرون)، وبالتالي يعاني الرجل من نقص الرغبة الجنسية وضعف الانتصاب.وارتفاع هرمون الحليب (البرولاكتين) يسبب تأخرا في الإنجاب، ولكن في حالات قليلة، وكذلك يسبب نقص الرغبة وضعف الانتصاب، وكذلك في حال التهاب البروستاتا قد يؤثر وجود الصديد والالتهاب في السائل المنوي على تأخر الإنجاب، وقد يقلل من قوة الانتصاب، ولكنه أمر مؤقت وعلاجه سهل.وأما في بقية حالات تأخر الإنجاب فلا يكون هناك علاقة وثيقة بين الأمرين، فنجد الرجل يعاني من دوالي الخصية ولديه ضعف في السائل المنوي ولكنه يكون سليماً تماماً من ناحية الانتصاب، وكذلك في أغلب حالات تأخر الإنجاب التي لا يعرف لها سبب.وتتسبب الأدوية المضادة للاكتئاب في ضعف الانتصاب إذا تم استخدامها لفترات طويلة، ويرجع السبب في ذلك إلى عدة عوامل تسببها هذه الأدوية، وهي أنها تعمل كمضادات للدوبامين، وكذلك مضادات للأسيتيلكولين والأدرينالين، وتزيد من هرمون الحليب (البرولاكتين)، ولكنها لا تؤثر على هرمون الذكورة، بحيث يكون هو السبب في ضعف الانتصاب.ولبيان سبب نقص هرمون الذكورة يجب عمل بعض التحاليل قبل تشخيص الحالة، وهي: (Free&total testosterone، Fsh، LH، Prolactin)، مع فحص الخصية جيداً لمعرفة الحجم تحديداً وهل هناك مشكلة بها أم لا، وبالتالي يكون العلاج حسب تشخيص الحالة.والله الموفقخلاصة القول ليس للعقم اي دور في الضعف
الجنسي إطلاقاممكن نفسيا فقط يتأثر من كثرة حكاية الإنجاب
شرح هامة لرجال فقط | الاطعمة المفيدة للجنس عند الرجال - معلومات ممتاز
شرح هامة لرجال فقط | الاطعمة المفيدة للجنس عند الرجال - معلومات ممتاز
الاطعمة المفيدة للجنس عند الرجالما يصل الى رجل من أصل ثلاثة رجال مصابين بسرعة القذف أو ضعف الانتصاب في مرحلة ما من حياتهم ، وفقا لعيادة مايو كلينيك . يحدث الانتصاب عندما يصبح الرجل متحمساً جنسيا ، ولكنه في بعض الاحيان لا يكون قضيبه ملء بما يكفي من الدم ليتسبب في الانتصاب ، الرجل لا يمكن ان قوم بالمحافظة على الانتصاب لفترة كافية لإتمام الفعل الجنسي . قد يحدث ضعف الانتصاب لعدة مرات مما يصيب الرجال بالحرج عندما يكون لديهم صعوبات في الانتصاب او يواجهوا مشكلة الحفاظ على الانتصاب ، والتي غالبا ما تحدث في وقت مبكر جدا من التحمل الجنسي كمقياس للرضا الجنسي والتمتع به .في حين أن الممارسة الروتينية المنتظمة والمفيد لزيادة القدرة على التحمل الجنسي ، مع اتباع نظام غذائي صحي يتألف من العنب والتين ، والمحار الخام ، والفول السوداني ، والثوم والموز والشوكولاته ، والتي يمكن أن تعطيك دفعة في القدرة على التحمل الجنسي التي تسعى إليها .التوتيعتبر التوت من الأغذية “الجنسية السوبر ” للرجال لأنها تعمل مثل الفياجرا . يحتوي العنب البري على المركبات التي تساعد على استرخاء الأوعية الدموية وتحسين الدورة الدموية داخل الجسم . بالإضافة إلى ذلك ، يتم احتواء العنب البري مع بالألياف ، مما يساعد على دفع الكولسترول الزائد خارج النظام قبل أن يتم استيعابه والتي أودعت في الشرايين . خفض الكولسترول وزيادة تدفق الدم من النتائج الموجهة من الدم إلى القضيب أثناء ممارسة الجنس ، مما يتسبب إلى الانتصاب الأكثر ثباتا والأطول .التينينص كيت مكراكين ، المدرب وصاحب الموقع Kurvaceous ، أن التين يحتوي على نسبة عالية من الأحماض الأمينية (لبناء جميع الهرمونات) ، والتي يمكن أن تزيد القدرة على التحمل الجنسي . وهناك نقص في الأحماض الأمينية التي يمكن أن يسبب انخفاض القدرة على التحمل الجنسي و / أو الرغبة في النشاط الجنسي .المحار الخامالمحار الخام يحتوي على كمية كبيرة من الزنك ، وهو أمر حيوي لهرمون التستوستيرون ، والحيوانات المنوية ، وإنتاج السائل المنوي . يؤثر انتاج هرمون تستوستيرون للرغبة الجنسية ، والنشاط والقدرة على التحمل الجنسي لدى الرجال . بالإضافة إلى ذلك ، فإن المحار الخام يحتوي على الدوبامين . الدوبامين يخلق شعورا بالسعادة ، والتي يمكن أن تزيد من رغبة الرجل لإطالة وقت الجنس . وهناك نقص في الزنك الذي يمكن أن يسبب العجز الجنسي ومشاكل الأداء الجنسي في بعض الرجال .الفول السودانيالفول السوداني هو مصدر الطبيعية الغنية من الأحماض الأمينية ، وهو أمر ضروري لزيادة القدرة على التحمل الجنسي لدى الرجال ، وفقا للدكتور نيكولاس بريكون ، للامراض الجلدية والمعتمدة على خبير الشيخوخة الصحية . الأوعية الدموية في القضيب تتسبب في المزيد من تدفق الدم إلى المنطقة ، وفي زيادة القدرة على التحمل الجنسي أثناء ممارسة الجنس .الثومالثوم يحتوي على الأليسين ، وهو مركب يسبب زيادة تدفق الدم إلى الأعضاء الجنسية . زيادة تدفق الدم إلى القضيب يؤدي إلى البقاء منتصبا لفترة أطول ، وبالتالي زيادة القدرة على التحمل الجنسي أثناء ممارسة الجنس .الموزالموز يتسبب في زيادة القدرة الجنسية عن طريق زيادة مستوى الطاقة أثناء ممارسة الجنس . الموز يحتوي على انزيم يسمى بروميلين ، مما يحسن فعالية الذكور ، القدرة على التحمل الجنسي ويزيد من الرغبة الجنسية . بل يمكن اعتباره أيضا مصدر جيد من الفيتامينات B ، والتي تزيد من مستوى الطاقة في الجسم أثناء النشاط الجنسي .الشوكولاقد تكون الشوكولاته مفيدة في تحسين القدرة على التحمل الجنسي لدى الرجال لأنه يحتوي على التعزيز التحمل ، وهو مادة كيميائية يعزز مشاعر الطيبة أثناء ممارسة الجنس ، في حين تأثير الكافيين على القلويد اذي يزيد من الطاقة ، وبالتالي تحسين القدرة على التحمل الجنسي .دراسات وابحاثاثبتت الدراسات الامريكية تن القدرة على التحمل الجنسي هو أكثر من مجرد الشعور النفسي ، بينما يتأثر الرجل بتناول الأطعمة الصحية والتي يمكن أن تساعده على الجنس والبقاء لفترة أطول .واظهرت الابحاث ان الأطعمة الأطعمة الغنية بفيتامين B-12سوف تساعد الجسم على إنتاج الطاقة مع الكثير من الخيارات للاختيار فيما بينهما ، فإنه من السهل الحصول على المزيد من فيتامين B-12 في النظام الغذائي . وتشمل هذه الخيارات على البيض والمحار ولحم البقر والكافيار .كما ان البطيخ مليئ بسيترولين ، وهي مادة كيميائية طبيعية تساعد على زيادة تدفق الأوكسجين للجسم في الدم . واظهرت ابحاث ايضا ان العنب يحتوي على نسبة عالية من البورون ، وهي مادة كيميائية التي تساعد على إنتاج هرمون الاستروجين والتستوستيرون على حد سواء .وقد تبين أن كل من هذه الهرمونات تساعد الرجال والنساء في الجماع من خلال هرمون الاستروجين للرغبة الجنسية لدى المرأة والتستوستيرون للقدرة على التحمل الجسدي من أي نوع في كل من /الرجال والنساء .
هامة هل يعرف ضعف الانتصاب بانه عدم قدرة الرجل بالحفاظ على انتصاب كافى شرح معلومات
هامة هل يعرف ضعف الانتصاب بانه عدم قدرة الرجل بالحفاظ على انتصاب كافى شرح معلومات
يعرف ضعف الانتصاب بانه عدم قدرة الرجل بالحفاظ على انتصاب كافى لاشباع احتياجاته الجنسية وعادا ما يواجه معظم الرجال هذا الموقف فى مرحلة ما فى حياتة بحلول سن الاربعي نيعمل الجهاز على تنشيط الدوره الدمويه مما يؤدى الى حدوث انتصاب يدوم لمده 30 دقيقه كما يمكن استخدام الجهاز اكتر من مره فى اليوم الواحدكمان ان نتيجة مؤكدة بالتجربة الفوريه في 15 ثانيه ولجميع الأعمار بدون جراحة او ادوية وليس لة اى اعراض جانبية نهائيامميزات الجهاز:-يعالج عدم الانتصاب والتسرب الوريدي الناتج عن السكر اوما شبه من اول تجربة يعالج سرعة القذف والضعف وعدم الانتصاب والتسرب فى اقل من شهرين امن جدا لمرضى القلب والضغط والسكر وليس له اي اضرار جانبية صالح لجميع الاعمار ولجميع الحالات ويمكن استخدامه الشخص العادى لتنشيط وتحسين القدره يعطى نتائج فوريه وهائله من اول تجربة يزيد من طول وقطر من خلال عمل استرتش للعضلات والانسجه حاصل على موافقة الصحة المصرية والامريكية ضمان عامل كامل على الجهاز وكافة محتوياتة جميع قطع غيارة الاصلية متوفرة لدينا الجهاز استخدام خارجى يغنيك عن الحبوب والمقويات المسببه للصداع والالم والتى تضر على المدى البعيد طريقه الاستخدام :-محتويات الجهاز هي عبارة عن : اسطوانه بلاستيكيه - ماتور التفريغ - حلقة سوفت - حلقة التسرب الوريدى - مخروط _ جليتم توصيل الاسطوانة بماتور السحب وتتاكد من الاحكام جيدا فى حالة التمرين اليومي يتم وضع حلقة السوفت بواسطة المخروط فى اسفل العضو لمنع تسريب الهواءيتم وضع الجل على العضو جيدا لمنع الاحتكاك داخل الاسطوانهيتم ادخال العضو داخل الاسطوانة والاحكام جيدا على حلقة السوفت لمنع تسرب الهواءيتم الضغط على زر التشغيل لمدة دقيقتين حتى حدوث انتصاب كاملالانتظار لمدة دقيقتين ثم يتم التفريغ والانتظار لمدة دقيقة وبعد ذلك يتم عمل الخطوة السابقة مرة اخرى مدة التمرين بالكامل لا تزيد عن 20 د ولا تقل عن 10 د فى حالة التسرب الوريدي يتم وضع حلقة التسرب عى حافة الاسطوانة من الخارج وعند حدوث الانتصاب تنزل الحلقة على العضونصائح هامةلا يفضل استخدام الجهازفى الاسبوع الاول اكتر من مرة واحدة فى اليوم عند استخدام الجهاز يجب التاكد من احكام الجهاز جيدا على الجسم ان لا تتراوح مدة الاستخدام عن 20 دقيقة في حالات التسرب الوريدي وضعف الانتصاب يستخدم الجهاز قبل الجماع مباشرةيجب الانتظام فى التمارين اليومية للحصول على افضل نتيجة الجهاز يساعد على تنشيط الدورة الدموية وتقوية الالياف العضلية
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علاج ضعف الانتصاب جهاز مساعد الانتصاب والتسرب الوريدى جهاز مساعد الانتصاب وعلاج الضعف الجنسى وتاخير القذف وتكبير وتضخيم العضو جهاز تكبير القضيب (باور فيد) سعر الجهاز 499ج للموديل اليدوى ... 1199 للموديل الالكترونى .... بدون مصاريف شحن داخل القاهرة والجيزه جهاز الفاكيوم جهاز باور فيد جهاز السحب للرجال جهاز التسرب الوريدى جهاز باور فيد للرجال وداعا للضعف الجنسى وداعا لضعف الانتصاب جهاز انتصاب مانيوال جهاز مساعد الانتصاب وعلاج الضعف الجنسى وتاخير القذف وتكبير وتضخيم العضو . ** معلومات عن الجهاز . ان جهاز السحب يستطيع مساعدتك فى التغلب على مشاكل الضعف الجنسى بطريقه طبيعيه وذلك باحداث تفريغ هوائى بالشفط مما يؤدى الى توسيع الاورده والشرايين داخل القضيب وبالتالى تحسين ضخ الدم داخل القضيب واحداث انتصاب كامل ..... شركة النور للمنتجات الطبية...........** مزايا الجهاز 1- يزيد من فتره الإنتصاب . 2- يعالج ضعف الانتصاب الناتج عن مرض السكر والضغط والامراض النفسيه والعصابيه . 3- يعالج التسرب الوريدى المسبب لارتخاء القضيب . 4- يعالج مرضى الضعف الجنسى الناتج عن امراض الكلى والقلب . 5- ليس له اعراض او اضرار جانبيه . 6- يعطى الجهاز حجماً اكبر للقضيب . للوصول الى افضل النتائج يرعى الاتى :- أ- ان يكون لديك الرغبه فى الممارسه الجنسيه . ب- التدريب الجيد لاستعمال الجهاز قبل الممارسه . ت- استعمال الجهاز مع وضع واقفاً . ) والاكثار من الفواكهه ( العنب ـــ البطيخ ــ الموز ــ البرتقال ــ والتمر ــ والخضراوات الطازجه الغير مطبوخه ( الجزر ــ الجرجير ــ الفجل ــ البقدونس ــ اكثار من المكسرات يفضل شرب القرفه ــ الجنزبيل ــ ــ الإمتناع عن الخمور وجميع المخدرات يفضل إستخدام عسل نحل طبيعى ( ) سعر الجهاز 499 ج
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سل الملكي لنشاط جنسي متميز وحيوية الرجلعسل نقي مطعم بتوليفة من مستخلصات أعشاب الغابات الماليزيةوصف العسل:يزيد الخصوبة عند الرجالمصدر طبيعي سريع للطاقةيعزز الايض لبناء أنسجة الجسم والعضلاتينشط الدورة الدمويةلتقوية الذاكرة والنشاطات الذهنيةمفيد للحالات التالية:ضعف الانتصاب و قصر مدة الجماعضعف المتعة الجنسية وهزة الجماعقلة أو عدم الاخصابضعف السائل المنوي وقلتهالشعوربالاجهاد بعد الجماعهزال الجسم وضعف بنية العظام والعضلاتالمكونات:97% عسل نقي1% مستخلص جذور يوريكوما لونغيفوليا1% مستخلص جذور بانكس جنزنغ1% مسحوق لارفامحتوى العلبه:تحتوي العلبة الواحدة على 12 مغلّفملاحظة مهمةتم استخدام هذا العسل بشكل شخصي ومن عدد كبير من العملاء و أدى نتائج إيجابية للمتزوجين
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