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  • So whence "jugum"?

    October 31, 2014

  • That would help.

    December 19, 2009

  • *sigh*

    "I coughed. 'Um ... why, precisely, is that desirable?'

    His embarrassment faded slightly into shock.

    'Why... it... the ... the loss of the male essence is most debilitating. It drains the vitality and exposes a man to all manner of sickness, as well as grossly impairing his mental and spiritual faculties.'"

    Would it help if I were to mention that this scene takes place in the eighteenth century?

    December 19, 2009

  • Usually necessity is the mother of invention, so who decided that this was something to make?

    December 18, 2009

  • Well. I...


    December 18, 2009

  • What is the sound of one shuddering? "Uggggggggggggh," maybe. Whatever that sound is, I'm making it now. Uggggggggggggh.

    December 18, 2009

  • No, it's a penis clamp. Here's more:

    "The object in question consisted of two concentric circles of metal, the outer one flexible, with overlapping ends, and a sort of key mechanism that enabled it to be tightened. The inner one was sawtoothed—much like a bear trap, as I'd said. Rather obviously, it was meant to be fastened round a limp penis—which would stay in that condition, if it knew what was good for it." (p. 585)

    December 17, 2009

  • So, is it a bear trap?

    December 17, 2009

  • "'What on earth is that?'

    'It is called a jugum penis,' Dr. Rawlings explained to me, his color increasing noticeably.

    'It looks like a bear trap. What is it—it can't be a device for performing circumcision, surely?' I picked up the object, which caused Dr. Rawlings to gasp, and I eyed him curiously.

    'It—er, please, dear lady...' He almost snatched the thing out of my hands, thrusting it back into his chest.

    'What on earth is it for?' I asked, more amused than offended by his reaction. 'Given the name, obviously—'

    'It prevents nocturnal ... er ... tumescence.' His face by this time was a dark, unhealthy sort of red, and he wouldn't meet my eye."
    —Diana Gabaldon, An Echo in the Bone (New York: Delacorte Press, 2009), 585

    December 17, 2009