Scene: 1970s, late night; car rolls up to young woman standing under a streetlight; window rolls down as car approaches"Excuse me, miss? My name is Dr. Heath. I've got a young, gay man hooked up to a brain stimulator back in the hospital. He's been stimulating himself stupid horny these last few days. If I give you $40 would you mind coming back with me and see if you can't screw him straight-wise? Be sure to mind the wires because they're hooked right into his brain.
Can you imagine writing this into your IRB proposal? I mean. What?
And I love the matter-of-factness about describing how this all played out:The laboratory was modified to permit complete privacy, and an extension cord was inserted between the plugs in the patient's hand and the jack box to the recording room to give him adequate mobility.
He goes on:Later, the patient began active participation and achieved successful penetration, which culminated in a highly satisfactory orgiastic response, despite the milieu and the encumbrances of the lead wires to the electrodes.
To recap: this study involved taking a severely depressed, drug addicted, gay man into the hospital, letting him stimulate his own brain, and then tracking down a prostitute to have sex with him.
And in related wood-panelled 1970s mad neuroscience news, may I present The Feraliminal Lycanthropizer.