This is a joke that’s come up in pop culture from time to time. I have a vague memory of a movie from the 80s in which women discussed this, and it also came (heh) up in a story arc in Ghosts (US). Thing is, some cursory googling suggests that this is more in the realm of cow tipping; viz, lots of people talk about it but actual reports of doing it appear to be non-existent. And yes, I know tipping cows is physically impossible (and quite dangerous). Anyway, Mrs. Homie has never done it, and I know this because our washer is downstairs and she won’t go down there for love or money. Or mechanical sex, one supposes.
I think it may have been mentioned in The Sensuous Woman (1969) as well. I suppose it might possibly a little bit maybe work for some, but I wouldn’t think so. I worked in mental health for over 30 years and heard about a great deal of sexual behavior in explicit detail, and never had anyone report this.
Yes, motorcycles and horseback riding. Both of which are more based on fact than the washing machine myth. Singular data point, my first GF’s testimoanial.
I dunno, fam. I have neither a vagina nor a clitoris, but where I sit, it looks like if one were to position oneself just so, on the corner, it would be a veritable pounding. Particularly from my ratchet ass old washer.
I realize this is in reference to a cat, but I’m going to caution you to refrain from making this thread very “Penthouse”. A discussion about whether some people receive pleasure from their washing machines is permitted, but let’s keep it to anecdotal, empirical and/or cited references and not gratuitously use it as an opportunity to make crude jokes. Save those for the Pit.
