7 years ago, after my long-term relationship broke up, an Aussie girl asked me out. It was the first time I’d been on a date. She talked to me extensively about “sex positivity”, which I didn’t understand—though I remembered enough de Beauvoir to talk about feminism in general.
Despite all this I would persist in living as I was in a very staid Victorian romance novel for 7 more yrs. Let’s not romanticise the past, Rabelais & Chaucer had a pretty good handle on ribaldry & sexuality. As it turns out, I’m living in a techno-hedonist sexual dystopia.
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And it only gets worse each year. Our kind could transform our existence from survival to hedonism. Only to make it less satisfying in the end. He who is not satisfied with a little, is satisfied with nothing. No wonder this is rejected by some.
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