I just finished waching The Matrix.
I saw it at the cinema when it was
first released, had bought it on DVD, and came across it today while looking for something else.
Having not seen it for a while, I had forgotten how visually arresting it is, and how subversive the idea behind it is.
It got me to thinking about something.
Pornography.
And if it was truly interactive
The way they would jack themselves into the matrix, they were "there"
but actually still on the ship.
How amazing would it be if there were sex programs that were rather like their training programs?
Seeing everything, feeling everything, just exactly the way you wanted it to be.
Sex, as someone of you might know, starts in the head...you might feel it down there, but it starts upstairs.
I can hear the howls of the sexual apologists right now.
Those who would argue that actual person to person contact is the only way you can truly enjoy it
I'm sure there will be some moral arguments.
And let us not forget those who believe that coitus is a emotional union as much as a physical one.
That meaningless sex is just that...meaningless.
Tell that to legions of lonely, horny men who would otherwise spend their money on videos or magazines or pay porn sites, or perhaps strip clubs.
Images, still or moving are just that, images. Text is text.
Your hand is your hand, either one.
Jacking into a data construct...something else altogether.
I saw it at the cinema when it was
first released, had bought it on DVD, and came across it today while looking for something else.
Having not seen it for a while, I had forgotten how visually arresting it is, and how subversive the idea behind it is.
It got me to thinking about something.
Pornography.
And if it was truly interactive
The way they would jack themselves into the matrix, they were "there"
but actually still on the ship.
How amazing would it be if there were sex programs that were rather like their training programs?
Seeing everything, feeling everything, just exactly the way you wanted it to be.
Sex, as someone of you might know, starts in the head...you might feel it down there, but it starts upstairs.
I can hear the howls of the sexual apologists right now.
Those who would argue that actual person to person contact is the only way you can truly enjoy it
I'm sure there will be some moral arguments.
And let us not forget those who believe that coitus is a emotional union as much as a physical one.
That meaningless sex is just that...meaningless.
Tell that to legions of lonely, horny men who would otherwise spend their money on videos or magazines or pay porn sites, or perhaps strip clubs.
Images, still or moving are just that, images. Text is text.
Your hand is your hand, either one.
Jacking into a data construct...something else altogether.
