There is a theoretical question regarding human sexuality that I like to ponder from time to time, and it goes like this :
In a world where everyone can have as much of any type of sex as they want at all times (say via VR or something like the Holodeck), exactly how much sex would people have? What is our actual sexual appetite level?
On the one (slightly sticky) hand, it is tempting to say that life would be a full on nonstop fuckfest. An uninhibited orgy that would make Bacchus blush, A symphony of humping.
After all, sex is amazing. It’s the most pleasurable thing we know and not only does it feel good but it releases tension, balances our hormones, and fulfills us (and fills us) in ways nothing else can,.
If you can have as much of THAT as you want, why do anything else,. right?
But that’s seeing things from the point of view of our somewhat sex starved reality of today. Granted, things like hookup apps are helping end that, but for now, sexual partners are still a fairly rare thing that must be pursued, wooed, and screwed, and that means there is scarcity.
Anyhow, back to the question at (suspiciously hairy) hand.
In a world where this sex buffet technology is well established enough that everybody is used to it and it’s a completely normal part of everyday life, how much would they fuck?
I mean, even people at RL buffets get full eventually.
So on the other (trembling with anticipation) hand. one might thing that people would gorge themselves on orgiastic bliss when they are young and make themselves sick of it and after that they would not even be able to look at it.
Kind of their own personal journey from indulgence to decadence and then the transition to Puritanism that is a reaction against decadence.
The Puritans might seem nuts to us – and they were – but all their squawking about decadence and indulgence and such had some basis in fact.
But like Nietzsche said, their overreaction was just as decadent as the over-indulgence had been because they still were not moderating their reaction.
Anyhow, I figure the real story is that like with everything else, people would find out what their own personal appetite and/or need was and fuck accordingly.
Some people would hardly ever use the Horny Holodeck (Holodick? Holosex? Fuckatorium?) and some would hardly ever leave but most people would be somewhere in between.
Even sex would following a bell curve.
A related question is how fast would fetishes and other delightful perversions develop and grow, both in individuals and as social phenomena?
I mean, if you’re really into certain types of furniture (those French curves!), and you had access to a convincing simulation of all your greatest cabinetry dreams, you would rapidly become used to a certain level of “woodworking” and need more. So you would have to delve deeper into the sawdust of that world to get the same thrill from it.
And in this world, you could go through all that in an afternoon. People might burn through the entire Kama Sutra over a long weekend.
And that might turn into a new kind of decadent hell.
So people would always be looking out for new things to try. That would be how new thrills would become social currency and thus spread rapidly.
But surely, eventually, we all would have tried everything we are every going to.
Hmmm. Maybe we would end up being Puritans after all. Or maybe the novelty phase would wear off and sex would become as much of a mundane part of people’s lives where people have the things they like over and over again as we have now.
Except instead of a bubble bath with champagne and Michael Bublé music, it’s a marathon scat orgy with anthropomorphic vegetables.
It’s really all a matter of taste.
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The gold and jewels were nice, but Doctor Frankenstein knew that the real treasure was the friends he’d made along the way.
Chicagoans swear this is a real place.
Some even have fond childhood memories of being taken there as a special treat.
“Well Timmy, because you got all A’s on your report card, you’re gonna get some Cock.. Robin… ice cream. ”
Later : “Yeah he didn’t go for it. ”
I am a sick, sick man.
Can anyone get close to me?
I’d like to say yes, but honestly, it doesn’t look good.
Sure, I can be all sweet and sensitive and sensitive and snuggly as Fruvous, but that’s mediated by text plus when I am tired of being around people, I can just log off.
And just like that, poof, they’re gone, and my mind-space is clear again.
In the real world it ain’t that simple. Go to bed with someone and in the morning, there they are, still there. Get in a relationship and your ability to leave when you feel like it is even more severely curtailed.
And I have never had to deal with that kind of thing. I have been a detached and isolated loner for my entire adult life. I have always had all the alone time I coujld ever want…. and then some
And the thing is, I know that I can be really into someone. Become romantically and sexually attracted, get very deep into their mind and their heart, and cozy up to them in a very intimate way.
But sooner or later, that bubble is going to pop. I’m going to disappear. And if I am not careful, I will absolutely brutalize my romantic partner.
Leave them wondering what they did wrong, or what’s wrong with them, or what they said to piss me off or make me lose interest.
I am pretty sure I must have unwittingly already done this to people. And I can’t possibly express how sorry I am for the damage I have done that way
I try to be responsible and sensitive and not to lead people on and such. But no matter how careful I am, someone as vibrant and vivacious and mesmerizing as me is going to attract people without knowing it, and end up breaking their hearts.
Even though “all I’ve done is be myself”.
Obviously there’s a limit to how accountable I can hold myself for what happens to other people’s hearts when I didn’t even know they were into me.
But I am far too sensitive and empathic and responsible to claim I bear no responsibility for the things my charismatic glow does to people.
And yet, I can’t stop being my cute n’ fluffy self. If I did, I would die inside. I have a powerful need to express myself and for me that translates to flamboyant charm.
So I will do what I can do given who and how I am
But I do so knowing someone will get hurt along the way.
It’s never just been about being cute, has it?
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.