I sometimes sit and think to myself, “where did we go wrong with this society?” and I look at many of the common trends and styles of the age, as I try to put together a working model of “where we fucked up as human beings” more or less. There are several things that I think we’re doing wrong, even though our intentions are good, and I’ll be talking a bit about some more of them in the future. Today we’ll be talking about sexting and my disdain for it.
For those of you who have been living under a proverbial rock, a “sext” is in essence, the practice of sending a naked picture of yourself to another person by way of the internet or any other means of telecommunication. Apparently sexting is a big thing for millennials who most commonly do it by use of cellphones, hence how it ties in with the messaging phenomenon called texting. Texting in itself is having a bad effect on the current generation, as many would rather text than talk, even if they’re sitting at the same lunch table while in school. I guess I don’t need to tell you what kind of world this sets us up for. In any case, the practice of sexting is one place that we’ve gone wrong in so far as courtship and romance.
Before cellular phones (or pocket computers, more-like) we actually met people face to face at certain venues, gatherings or other functions. Religious-minded people often find their mates right within the church, temple, or synagogue, while a small majority actually find their mate while in college, or even scarcer; high school. It’s truly impossible to point out the trajectory in which two people meet for courtship, but one can certainly say that due to technology, people are now sitting at home more often than they are meeting with other individuals, which does equal out to some social problems of which you might be noticing in mass quantity these days. We’re becoming more accustomed to seeing people on screens than we are in person, and “clicking them off” when we feel that we’ve grown tired of them. Then we soon come to realize that in a relationship, we can’t just “click them off” anymore as we made a commitment to stay with them. Soon, the “sexiness” of the sext becomes lost and the reality of the person remains. Although her rounded breasts and buttocks resembled that of full-regulation court sized basketballs, her personality was like that of a thin mint and her intelligence level was that of third-grader. Are you seeing it yet? This is what is wrong with sexting.
I’m a red-blooded American male who loves to look at women and has some rather strange fetishes I might add; so when I see those emblazoned upon my wall, it certainly douse rouse sexual excitability in me. That’s quite normal. When I see these images, I am looking at the person from an objective point of view. In other words, I’d like to pound her into next Tuesday and that’s no lie. We all have our likes, and I see just as much of the “hunky man meat” types from women, as we men post of our buxom bombshell beauties. Airbrushed? Yeah, more than likely. But that’s the fantasy we have as human beings, and we’re very sexual creatures. It’s in our parasitic nature to reproduce, which is why we are programmed to do so with as many different mates as possible. It doesn’t matter if you’re straight, gay or bisexual, there are people that you wouldn’t mind fucking and forgetting about the next day. It’s simply human nature. But, my issue here is that people aren’t using proper security measures when thinking with these virulent hormones. We’ve become so lonely in our “4-ever aloneness” that we don’t mind just sending ourselves out to anyone who looks attractive enough and has some sort of halfway emotional bond, even if they copied their poetry from a Nicholas Sparks novel. But when we do these things, we just aren’t thinking. There’s a little ditty called “victim blaming” which more or less indicates that the person who sent the image isn’t responsible, but a victim. A friend of mine (and fellow musician) and I were just discussing this, to which she replied; “It’s not the nudity that is the problem. It’s the unspoken promise that it creates.” This I find is exactly the case. When men send pictures of their private parts, or one’s they’ve found online, they are hoping that the woman will become aroused and will want to have sex with them or talk dirty. As of late, this is definitely not the case and women are growing rather tired of it. The male brain is more wired towards physical attractiveness, whereas the female is more concerned with making an emotional bond and this dichotomy seems to be a very integral part towards human relations as a whole. As I said, if you send me a picture of your nude body sprawled out and I find it attractive, I will begin to think sexual thoughts. I will begin to think that it is an offer. To the woman, this is often not the case, but to the man; it is the promise you’ve made. “Here is my body, I want you to have it.” Of course, not all men or women think this way, and the smartest ones know better than to send any sexts at all. But in most cases, this is how we wind up with a lot of sexual assault crimes here in the US and other countries. A promise is being made to man, without the woman knowing that it’s even a promise. She might literally be trying to say, “Don’t you think I look beautiful?” but the man of course is thinking that she looks more than beautiful and thinks about putting those condoms to good use.
Sex is everywhere in our society, be it on the television, or plastered all over your computer, phone, tablet or video game screen. It even finds itself in printed media like billboards, cardboard cutouts and magazines. Even sales papers show attractive people wearing their products in order to sell a product. That is because sex is always on our minds, and sex sells. It is everywhere. There’s absolutely no getting around it, unless you want to go to Antarctica. Even there, you’ll still see unrestrained sexual acts from penguins, polar bears and whatever in the hell else exists out there. Fish fuck as well, despite their relatively short lives. Everything on this planet is looking for a mate in order to spread it’s seed, as that is how the chemicals of this universe seem to operate. If we’d go into magickal terms of thinking, we might say that every new world one creates within their head is also a child conceived by sexual reproduction of thoughts. A bit Freudian, but most inherently true. So it goes without saying that sex is everywhere. Even our plugs and sockets represent a sexual act as well as every damn screw and hole that have ever been made to build something. If you take a hammer, and pound and elongated metal object into the wall, it is symbolic of sex act. Silly, but nevertheless true. Ridiculous, but it goes to show just how much sex is actually on the brain. Plugging a USB cord into my laptop is symbolic of a sex act, as data transfers could be similar to sperm. Again, this just sounds silly, but if you want the terms, they’re there. Throughout human history, we’ve been putting things into things and that’s just how it’s been done. No one has ever stopped us, or told us how to do it differently, as that’s just the way we’ve been doing it. But while all of this has been a brilliant segue, I think it distracts us a bit from the original topic.
In the end, you have to think of it in terms of digital data. Once something is on the internet, it stays on the internet. There is no way to remove it and I’m sure that many people of whom we never intended to have seen us nude, have seen us nude. There’s no telling who they could be as we practically just give all our information to corporations in the name of social connectivity, but I’m quite sure that those same corporations, and perhaps even government agencies, have seen our pictures and have added them into our files. One day we all might even meet a man or woman who says to us, “but I know everything about you” and shiver with fear at the thought. But this is the age in which things like that might and more than likely are happening. Please be careful who you’re sending your birthday suit to, as they might be an axe-murderer, a sex-craved maniac or even a member of a government or corporate agency. Even if you’ve sent the picture to the phone of someone you’ve known since you were three, you cannot guarantee that other programs on that person’s cellular phone aren’t reading the device. Safety first, by all means, folks. If there’s anything that you can take from this lengthy diatribe, it’s that. Welcome to the age of information, ladies and gentlemen. Just be sure to keep your private business to yourself.
– The Grim Lord