I have found a couple more links mentioning uses for breast milk and put them at the bottom of the Killer Milk post.
Of course the funnest uses are not mentioned; like… as an always handy and flavored lube. 
Or as a weapon to shoot your lover in the eye. 
It can also be used to mark your territory. (“Hey what is that smell?” Or “What are all those spots on your glasses?”) You know the road trip was adventurous when you have to clean the spots off the dashboard and the inside of the windshield. 
“Flavoured lube” . . . do they actually make lubes in “melted vanilla ice cream” flavour?
And “mark your territory”? If the smell of spoiled cow’s milk is any indication, I’m not sure spoiled breastmilk would smell much better.
I guess it’s not a good idea to be “slow on purpose” between the moment of opening the nursee’s mouth and the moment of latch-on if the stories on LMH are any indication, because according to them the anticipation of the latch-on itself can induce let-down and thus the milk spray, if the spray hits something you’ll have to clean up. How close are you to the “choking volume” now?
And I don’t know about you, but I think the term “lover” is bandied about much too easily nowadays, kind of like how you said “sex has been reduced to entertainment between strangers.” “Lover” no longer exclusively means “someone you love dearly, intimately, and exclusively” but can now mean “anyone who is a sexual partner of yours.” Maybe the term “beloved” would be more appropriate in the context of your blog?
Soured breast milk doesn’t smell as bad as soured cow’s milk, but it does stink. My jest was in the idea that it would keep strange women away from my husband.
I caught him by surprise once on a quick and forceful let down and he choked. Now he prepares himself and hasn’t choked since. So I guess I do not have enough force to choke him if he is ready for it. I can tell when it is gushing, because he raises his eyebrows and his eyes get big and have that “oh boy” expression. LOL. He doesn’t complain.
I love the word lover. I like to say “lover” with a southern-bell drawl. LOL. You are right of course, but I doubt I will conform myself. Somethings are just a part of us. The words lover and mate are words I like. It is a shame people have watered them down.
I was familiar with a few Pharisaical preachers who over used the word beloved, and I can’t get past that. It is a bad trigger word of sort for me.
So… as great as a suggestion as it is, I can not comply. Sorry.
Do they actually make lube in melted vanilla ice-cream?… Well, maybe just us milkmaids do, but it could catch on. (smiling) There might be an entrepreneurial idea here: bosom milk flavored lube
Why bother with the lube when we could just have breastmilk itself? The process of getting it straight from the tap seems to take care of all the lubrication we’ve ever needed. No need to bring more products into the equation.