Let’s see, where is that list … oh right, here it is:
- What’s the story on autoerotic asphyxiation? (The Straight Dope, 28 Oct 1988)
Now I can expect to get some pret-ty weird search engine hits … and to those who may wind up here after searching for this particular joy, all I can say is, no orgasm is worth going through the Big Check-Out Line. Unless, I suppose, your life already sucks eggs pretty hard, and if that’s the case, why don’t you spend your time more productively to fix that problem, instead of twisting a rope around your neck while you flog yourself?
Or, better yet, ask Michael Hutchence how that whole thing went for him. Ooops, too late, he’s dead.
The cynical view would be that this is natural selection at work: risky behavior cleans out the gene pool, so to speak. And as always, there is a germ of truth to that.
There is also this, as Cecil Adams notes in the above Straight Dope link:
Needless to say, this is not something you should try at home. Judging from the photos–hey, it’s my job–not only do you end up dead, you look real stupid when they find you. I mention this on the theory that if fear of death won’t stop somebody, maybe fear of embarrassment will.
Don’t bet on it.