The Worse Idea for a Menage a Trois In History

In case you were wondering what truth is up to, recently . . . A study (still looking for the link) contends adults whose sexuality is centered in sex with children are not abnormal. Their proclivity is not a psychological disease. Okay, so if we buy into this prognosis then virtual children as sex surrogates may prevent actual children from being used as real slaves in Internet sex rings. 

I know this is disturbing. Those who express themselves are at times hunted via the Internet. I can testify to this myself personally and yea, I find it an invasion of etiquette norms and heartless. I think the same when men hit on me in any public place. 

There is no crime associated with cyber sex rooms as long as everyone meets the min. age. I have never participated in such, but I interviewed men and women who regularly use this outlet. 

My question is this (warning = Tish, you may not want to keep reading) if our species is moving more and more toward on-line encounters are we not becoming more and more alienated? Egypt has the number two use of pornography in the world and in a Muslim country this too is shocking. Muslim males who pray five times a day cannot drink booze but they can get off via the Internet? Women in going-down-the-tubes Egypt suffer from private parts mutilation to serve what master? Too many practicing Muslim women are not allowed to be on Fedbook so what entity does this serve? 

Do not misunderstand what I am saying. I am not available for experimenting via any cyber channel. 

My ancient heart and my 5 feet 2 inch tall body so far are not vulnerable to faceless, nameless, virtual sex. Virtual sex is a misnomer in my not-usually humble opinion, any hoo. Mutual masturbatory (read MM) is virtual sex? Exposing privates to one another via the Internet serves a proper place when two people are madly in love yet separated by place, but not time. IT is when these acts never become realized with a mostly corresponding abandonment of the virtuality I find scary for human mental health reasons, and the continuation of our species. 

Looming over the crusty surface of our going bankrupt humanity is a twilight of spongy possibilities. 

Commitment between two people in love and/or in business is suppose to actualise from cyber to flesh to flesh. What happens if by 2214 the virtual sex legacy has bent the lens to the point where no one knows how to sleep like spoons, for real, or flirt in espresso shops vis a vis, or read poetry in the moonlight while reclining side by side under the stars? Are we in fact too quickly wiping romance off the reality blackboard in favor of quick fix cyber sex? 

Sensuality is a complex wonder and operates in nature, across the gamut of living species and throughout the manifestations of environments. There are a multitude of combinations and actualizations in the wild world, including hybridization. My concern is what happens if our piss poor puny species becomes so retina screened addicted we evolve to nothing but energy blips in the matrix no longer able to express our deepest Tantric love for another through sight, touch, taste, scent, and soul? 

When I interviewed two people who met as avatars in Second Life and then eventually actually met in real life (and married), there was this childish almost naive grating innocence to them as they interacted with each other. As if, at least from my perspective, their Avatars still ruled the landscape. I am ‘ole fashioned girl. I want my man to be real and for me to be real too carrying along the entire spectrum of male female interaction and dynamics. Yet, maybe in these human generations coming on board today this is not so necessary? Possibly once you slip behind the magicians smoke and mirrors Kindle into the virtual continuum your senses are dumbed numbed down to such a broad edge you are okay with never having to look your best (the webcam is turned off) and MM is the end all? 

Someone should write a how to do it manual showing the difference between cyber sex and real human love making. The former would be one page and the other about 10,000. 

Technology is a servant. When it becomes a master and we become its automated pawns life is no longer connected in the wholistic realm of total surrender to love with another. Otherwise, the next phase of virtual wives, husbands, kids, pets, homes, and so forth as we sit in our space stations controlled by programming is a Second Life with no first. 

An artificial establishment put in place because the empire finds protecting freedom too messy, real kissing too germ-ridden, and actual human coupling too wild, crazy, and spontaneous is rising above the sinking suns to the East.

Hoopoe, you get this right? Bankrupting the glories and mysteries of love in favor of singular orgasms via a screen is about as spiritually deadening as asking John Kerry and Hillary Clinton out for a menage a trois. 

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