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Longing for the Future Give me a world where there are "long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days." This last weekend I was watching one of the morning shows and a line that struck me was that by now we were supposed to be living in a world populated by robots that performed almost all the mundane tasks for us: opening the door, vacuuming, cooking. Instead of driving hours on freeways, we are supposed to step into our vehicle and fly to our pre-programmed destinations. There are lots of people I know that wonder where the future went. My thoughts then went to Sylvester Stallone (John Spartan) in Demolition Man. After being sent to a Cryo-Prison, he is thawed out many years later to help get the bad guy. There was one scene with Sandra Bullock (Lenina Huxley) in which they have sex. Well, it's hands-free sex. Of course, we know the brain is the strongest sex organ of all, so a helmet has been devised that will simulate sex. After they have a mind-blowing session, Stallone asks: John Spartan: Look, Huxley, why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Lenina Huxley: [stands up, shocked] Eeewww, disgusting! You mean... *fluid transfer*?
Now, we pretty much agree that fluid exchange with strangers is not wise in this world. The good old-fashioned condom works well. But no-hands leaves me wondering what in the world the architects of this new utopia have in mind. There is nothing more pleasurable than touching your partner. I believe in Kevin Costner's (Crash Davis) comments to Susan Sanrandon (Annie Savoy) in Bull Durham when he tells her what he believes in: Crash Davis: Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days. This is probably my favorite quote from a movie. As I have written before, I want someone who will touch me. There is nothing more wonderful than the lover who will spend time caressing all parts of my body, kiss my breasts and play with the pussy. I'm certain I am not one who will want the world of the future when hands-free sex is the norm. In fact, I don't want to be there when that day comes. One of the most wonderful things about human relations is human contact. Just take a moment and think about how many times during a given day you touch another person. I have an irritating co-worker who has to touch every person she talks to. Even though I want to slap her up the head most of the time, it is a natural human reaction to want to touch that person with whom you are interacting. Studies have been done with infants in orphanages. Babies who are not held do no thrive. Volunteers who come in and merely hold them for a few hours a week make a world of difference in their lives; these infants begin to thrive. They begin to grow, make sounds, and develop relationships with those around them. They even begin to cry when they need attention. We never outgrow that need for touch. Think about it. When you have a friend who is unhappy what do you do? Your first instinct is to hug them. You kiss your child when they are sad. You place a hand on a co-worker's shoulder when they are upset. We touch each other every day. So, why would I want to live in a hands-free sex world? That is the most intimate of touch. And if we need touch in all other areas of our lives, we need it even more when we "touch" our partners. I definitely want the wold of Bull Durham and reject the one of Demolition Man.
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