😏 Public Sexuality

My name is Bob Kelso, and I love whores. No. Why don’t I introduce myself like that? Because there is the time and the place.

Let me continue grumbling. For a long time I couldn’t articulate what exactly bothers me about the emerging trend in my information bubble toward extremely open discussions of sexuality. I’m not a prude, and I respect people’s right to consensual interaction — and yet constant threads like “How I choose nipple clamps” genuinely repel me.

What I see in this open sexuality is a teenage cry: “Look at me, I’m allowed to do this!” And, as you might guess, I really dislike infantilized adults (the reason, as always, lies in my own traumas). Honestly, humans invented every possible use for a butt at least by Aristotle’s time. And keep this in mind: if one person has a body part shaped like a cylinder, and another person has a body part with a cavity, then at some point in history the cylinder has already been inside the cavity. That’s how humans work — we are explorers, sailors of our own bodies.

And of course there are places where sexuality is openly present and that’s perfectly normal: sex shops, kink parties, the bed of two (three) (four) (one and a half thousand) people.

Even if you bring some “Ten Rules of a Dominatrix” guide to a normie website — I won’t be thrilled, but at least people have the option not to engage with your content. I won’t be thrilled because sex is too easy a way to gain popularity; it distracts the audience from truly important things — mathematics and paleontology.

But what I absolutely don’t understand is using a woman’s breast on a flag, hanging dildo-shaped ornaments on a Christmas tree, or naming your quiz team “League of 69 Seconds.”

Yes, yes, guys, I get it — you’re adults and you even know that the tongue has more than one possible application. Wonderful. But tell me: is sexual liberation really what you want to build your identity on? So you’re not a good friend, not someone who values honesty, not even a product manager — but someone whose central life-defining feature is… anal beads?

In things like this I see a challenge thrown at society — but thrown from behind the closed door of your own bedroom. It’s very convenient to “push boundaries” where they are already, frankly, pushed. An artist who nails his testicles to Red Square — that is someone effectively challenging society. That performance I can understand. But the desire to discuss your sex life with every passerby who didn’t even ask — that, I do not understand.