I’ve
got good news and bad news. The good news is there is lots of sex in the
future; the bad news is not much is between humans.
Once upon a time the best sex you could
get was the kind between consenting adults. The kind you had to work at getting
and that carried the potential for life changing consequences, like enduring
partnerships, love and children. The messy kind that was breath-taking, heart-thumping
and mind-cleansing. The kind that fathered pride, pleasure, passion and sometimes,
less pleasingly, embarrassment and shame.
Then came technology. The same
technology that crammed the world into your phone and killed everything from
newspapers to conversation. It has just about killed good old-fashioned sex
too. Replaced all but the shadow of it with virtual sex of a wondrous but
barren and dangerous kind.