Atomic Sex

Robot Porn by Jefferson Wright:

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I am not sure the conceptualization or final product of Robot Porn gets my rocks off but it did leave me thinking about how to be cerebral + analytical and still sexy.  It’s really a hard balance that I encounter regularly when talking about sexy creations on Audio Smut.  The cerebral can ignite wicked faculties of fantasy but somehow talking intelligently about the politics, root ideas, repercussions (etc) of sexy creations makes for less than sexy fare.  It’s a hard realization when I spend a lot of time in my head thinking about things and really identify with my smarts, ideas and brain but also am trying to amp up my desire and sex life.  It can often feel like

In Audio Smut meetings we often scream out but we still want it to be sexy!  We try to do that with explicit and graphic descriptions, including information and ideas plus creativity and imagination and finally capping it all off with some gratuitous sound effects. The sound effects also leave room for being turned on and make sure we don’t yap hot sex into a cold coma.

The balance is struck in the best sex manuals.  As a kid I used to get excited listening to Sunday Night Sex with Sue on my walkman when I was supposed to be sleeping. But there has to be other balances that go beyond learning about the sex act. I lose the tingly feeling most times I’ve visit a university women’s studies lecture or sit through glib references to sex in stand-up comedy. Worse still I often don’t get excited while listening to the makers of explicit culture talk about their work. The balance of titillation and information can easily slip, but perhaps in falling  we’ll learn something curiously fresh about our sexuality?

I have learned from listening to my attempts at smart dirty talk radio that just trying to speak the words has led to whole new conversations about sex with my friends and lovers and the beginning of a more intelligent sex life in that I can identify my fantasies easily and have probably heard from someone else how to put the first steps in action. I guess it all depends if we get back on the smart and sexy stallion after it bucks us off.  So maybe we don’t have to be immediately turned on by what we experience and can only truly experience its effects once the thoughts have percolated from brain to body and back again.

PS. If you were wondering how I imagine Robot Porn, think: An anticipatory and intuitive multi-dextrous robot that has a bluetooth connection to my uncharted fantasies.  I guess that means I am a lazy lover that rather be discovered than explored?

How do you imagine Robot Porn now?