Thursday, December 4, 2014

Contraception in History V. “Love's pleasing Paths in blest Security”: Condoms in Restoration London

This condom is from 1640. Check your expiration dates, people.
This is the last installment of Contraception in History before Tyburn is released on Monday, so I thought I would write up a little something for the occasion.

As you’re reading Tyburn, you might notice that condoms (or “cundums”) are present. “Now, Jess,” you might be thinking to yourself, “I know you’re obsessed with contraception, but were people really using condoms in 1671?”

Yes, reader. Yes, they were. 

The invention of modern condoms has been attributed to many people, and one of the front runners was Gabriello Fallopio (three guesses what he gave his name to) who recommended linen sheaths soaked in salt and herbs to prevent disease in his De Morbo Gallico (1564), a treatise against syphilis (translation: About the French Disease). 

He was hardly the first person to use them for this purpose. As we’ve seen over the past few weeks, condoms have been used in various forms as far back as ancient Egypt (and beyond, if you believe that cave painting). By the Restoration, a Colonel Quondam, believed to have been a physician in the Royalist army, was rumored to have invented one made of animal gut for the notoriously amorous Charles II. 

Of course we recently learned that the first known mention of using sheep’s innards as a barrier method dates back to Minos, but we’ll let him have this one. 

The process of producing condoms made of sheep intestines was lengthy. In The Sexual History of London, Catharine Arnold writes: 

“(The) process involved soaking sheep’s intestines in water for a number of hours, then turning them inside out and macerating them again in a weak alkaline solution, changed every twelve hours. The intestines were then scraped carefully to remove the mucous membrane, leaving the peritoneal and muscular coats, and exposed to the vapor of burning brimstone. Next they were washed in soap and water, inflated, dried, and cut into eight-inch lengths. Finally, the open end was finished with a ribbon that could be tied around the base of the penis, and the condom had to be soaked in water to make it supple before use. After use, it could be washed and hung up to dry, ready for another excursion.” (p. 99)

Condoms became incredibly popular and were even lauded by the Earl of Rochester in 1667 as a protection against both disease and pregnancy in his Panegyrick Upon Cundums: 


John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester
Happy the Man, who in his Pocket keeps,
Whether with green or scarlet Ribband bound,
A well made Cundum -- He, nor dreads the Ills
Of Shankers or Cordee, or Bubos dire!"
Thrice happy he -- (for when in lewd Embrace
Of Transport-feigning Whore, Creature obscene!
The cold insipid Purchase of a Crown!
Bless'd Chance! Sight seldom seen! and mostly given
By Templar or Oxonian -- Best Support
Of Drury and her starv'd Inhabitants

He later died of syphilis.*

Rochester definitely had the right idea, but at the time, there was a popular belief that venereal disease could not be spread between men, so some men took to entertaining themselves with their own sex to avoid disease, with small groups even swearing off women altogether. That sounds like a great excuse to me and will be the subject of an altogether different post.

But we’ll get there. 

All this talk about ecstatic casual sex reminds me -- Mark Virtue! Tomorrow, my fellow Liquid Silver author Tami Lund will be hosting a very special (and very cheeky) interview with the delicious Mark Virtue. Did you hear that little excited noise I made just now? 

For those of you who don’t know him, Mark is Nick’s older brother. He’s a carpenter, a highwayman, and he’s commonly understood to be the best shag in London and the surrounding areas. He’s a very busy man, but he took some time out of his busy heart-breaking schedule to meet with me at the Rose and Crown for a few questions, and he nearly talked me out of knickers in the process. I don’t know if it’s that crooked smile or his filthy accent, but the man is persuasive. Don’t miss it! 

In the meantime, you can read Rochester’s Panegyrick Upon Cundums in its entirety here, and I recommend you do. It’s amazing. I’ll leave you with another little excerpt. Rochester makes a guest appearance in Tyburn, and Sally could actually be somewhere in this passage:


That when replete with Love, and spur'd by Lust,
You seek the Fair-one in her Cobweb Haunts,
Or when allur'd by Touch of passing Wench,
Or caught by Smile insidious of the Nymph
Who in Green Box at Playhouse nightly flaunts,
And fondly calls thee to Love's luscious Feast,
Be cautious, stay a while 'till fitly arm'd
With Cundum Shield, at Rummer best supply'd,
Or never-failing Rose; so you may thrum
Th' ecstatic Harlot, and each joyous Night
Crown with fresh Raptures; 'till at least unhurt,
And sated with the Banquet, you retire.
By me forwarn'd thus may you ever treat
Love's pleasing Paths in blest Security.

Ecstatic Harlot, indeed! 

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