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Let’s be honest: sometimes the best source of excitement is none other than ourselves.
There are moments when, caught up in the heat of passion, I notice that my own spirited performance provides all the foreplay I could possibly need. It’s an exhilarating self-discovery.
This is precisely why I’m a staunch advocate for making noise in the bedroom. Ladies, don’t hesitate to exercise those vocal cords. Not only does it encourage your partner when they’re on the right track, but it also enhances your own experience by placing you in the ideal mindset to savor the moment fully.
So, when Harrison Ford, our beloved silver-haired star, was quizzed by Jimmy Kimmel on his show about whether he’d ever made love to the soundtrack of one of his own films, I was undeniably intrigued.
The legendary actor, now 83, casually responded with, “Of course I have.”
Annoyingly, he didn’t reveal which soundtrack, because now I too would quite like to give it a go.Â
The swelling orchestral score of Indiana Jones while you’re in the middle of your own adventure? The dramatic strings of a Star Wars moment? It certainly beats the awkward Spotify shuffle that inevitably lands on something wildly inappropriate.
Of course, there may be some narcissism in play here, which shows that perhaps the biggest turn on for guys – and the thing they like to have stroked the most – is their ego.
Sometimes when I’m in the throes of – shall we say – passion, I realize that my own rather enthusiastic performance is giving me all the foreplay I need
Harrison Ford, was asked by Jimmy Kimmel whether he had ‘ever made love to the soundtrack of one of his films. The 83-year-old Hollywood icon responded: ‘Of course I have’
But Ford’s confession did make me ponder the strange and unexpected things people discover turn them on in the heat of the moment.Â
Because while candles, lingerie and Barry White might be the traditional mood-setters, my DMs are full of people admitting their real turn-ons are far more specific.
Take one man on who confessed that nothing gets him going quite like hearing a woman passionately explain something she loves.
The subject doesn’t even matter. Her enthusiasm alone apparently does the trick: ‘Seeing her nerd out on something is so arousing.’
Another admitted that messy hair – the slightly chaotic ‘I’ve been dancing all night’ look – is peak attraction.
Someone else wrote that the smell of diesel fuel strangely does it for them, explaining her husband is a mechanic and ‘the moment he walks through the door, with grease under his fingernails and the scent of gas l, I just want to rip his clothes off.’
I get it. When I was dating a farmer, he would come home smelling like dirt and sweat – I couldn’t get enough of it. It was giving ‘I’m a man of the land’ type vibes.
Va Va Voom.
Then there are the oddly wholesome ones. A few people simply said ‘hands.’ Long fingers. Clean nails. Strong hands. Apparently, that’s all it takes.
(Makes mental note to get a manicure.)
Others admitted they’re drawn to the forbidden. One commenter confessed he finds extremely conservative, church-going women in long skirts inexplicably alluring. The classic forbidden-fruit effect.
One woman even confessed she gets turned on by tears.
Yes, really.
There’s even a term for it: dacryphilia, a sexual interest in crying or tears. Psychologists say the attraction can come from the emotional intensity of the moment, or from the desire to comfort someone who’s upset.
Which means somewhere out there is a woman who hears sobbing and immediately gets worked up.
The strangest one I got, however, was from a man who got off on the subtle waft of a fart.
Believe it or not, it is an officially documented kink called eproctophilia, where someone is sexually aroused by flatulence.
Researchers have even studied people who admit the sound, smell or sheer taboo of it is what does the trick.
Because while candles, lingerie and Barry White might be the traditional mood-setters, my DMs are full of people admitting their real turn-ons are far more specific
Romance is alive and well, ladies. It just occasionally comes with a digestive soundtrack.
And if you really tumble down the rabbit hole of unusual desires, which I did, the list becomes extraordinary.
 Psychologists have documented sexual interests involving things like clowns (coulrophilia), dancing (choreophilia), smoke (capnolagnia) or even being robbed (chremastistophilia).
Proof that human attraction is endlessly creative and occasionally a little alarming.
Who am I to ‘yuck’ another person’s ‘yum’?
Which brings us neatly back to Harrison Ford.
Because while the rest of us are fumbling with playlists or hoping the neighbors can’t hear the bed frame knocking against the wall, Ford has apparently discovered the ultimate mood music: himself.
And I can’t even be mad about it.
If you’ve spent decades saving the galaxy, cracking whips in ancient temples and being one of the most handsome men in Hollywood history, perhaps you’ve earned the right to a little bit of self-love.