robot love, machine sex, flesh & filament

wound up looking at some truly disturbing imagery thanks to the guest blogger over at fimoculous.

it’s certainly all worth a big think – what is it we actually want? how do express ourselves sexually and romantically and just through physicality? and whose big idea was it to mismatch the sex drives of men and women?  maybe that’s what real dolls and such are about – synchronizing our physical wants to something, anything, that’ll let us, on our own schedule, and in our own ways.

the whole post is at ryeberg.com

Perhaps the way to free ourselves from the machine is to become the machine. Not just branded or scarred, but wholly incorporated into the plastic and metal that otherwise can feel so binding. Maybe if we just submit, all can be full of love, even for us fucking machines.

followed by this: 

oh sigh.

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