Carlo Pecoraro
Broadband Sex
by Fabrizio Pizzuto
The title of the thing is “Broadband Sex”, you say, I am looking for poetry in this world of plastic-coated sex, to free up prostitutes and put them on the web so that sex will become secure and safe, as a first step towards a kind of sex where only fantasy counts and, why not, conceiving another human being will happen in test tube.
The subjects are girls and a boy that erotically film themselves with webcams online, I depict them in the moment where the transmission is free and open to everyone -I prepare the drink and I look at him- you really believe in a decreasing respect of the other? To me this doesn’t involve making love with a stranger or videoing each other…yesterday someone talked to me about a decline in prostitution and the statistic growth of sado-masochistic practices, which is basically measuring pain or pleasure on each other till the limits, and in fact this is about the ego’s perception, an interesting variation of sex between strangers,
furthermore there is a website where you can post your own erotic movie for everyone to see, many people do it, you will not guess it, every day there is something new, if you look at it in the afternoon something is always added just before. What this exhibitionism and
voyeurism means? It’s easy to think about concepts related to the images world, but is the attention to the other in a real decrease?
I can imagine a plastic-coated world where the artists talk about life in the streets and violence as a return to it, although this is a risk more present in the virtual life because in the websites you are talking about there are true sexual practices. Well, I agree with you
regarding a vision of sex which is free and safer, I say – while we appreciate the redness of the drink and the redness of the this evening online- although this is not a matter that you can sort out that quickly…you know my friend, the plastic-coated image where you look for poetry makes everything made of plastic…The man in front of a pc and the woman that inseminates herself till the final extinction of the male sexual function…well, I consider this less worrying than the sperimentation of egg insemination with the spinal cord.
This is what worries me – you say – between the silicium that carries information and the electronic chips, the end of the man and the final triumph of the woman, already superior by far and independent from us to sort out her maternity desire. I don’t think we will ever reach
the end of sex as a human kind you add, or, if a civilization will come to this point, it means that it is already too compromised and that a new more fighting and more masculine one will come to displaced it.
Frankly what surprises me is that in these erotic webcam sessions on payment there is no real physical encounter and this is not prostitution; I saw once one of those girls in TV saying that she feels she is not a prostitute at all.
This line of thought fascinates me; it means that you can feel “dirty” only if you touch someone. Is this the apotheosis of the images world?
Yes, I follow your thought – looking at the ice still in the glass – I remember that we used to consider the penetration the real citing act, but not a blow job for example, I know it sounds crazy, but everyone sets his own moral limits as he wants and it is true that today new way of consuming and enjoying sex are blooming, but regarding what you are dealing with, it seems more a modern evolution of erotic cards in a sexual game, the model doesn’t even feel like a prostitute, not even in case of cards related to the sexual pleasure. I do consider
interesting too that the “dirt” is only related to the physical touching, this point is quite interesting and I never thought about it so far…Many naked women involved in these erotic web phone games I believe have done some porn movies already, but maybe not everyone…In real I don’t believe so as well brother, in today’ society there are general
confusions in term of communication but I think it relates more to feelings. There is less making love and more sex at certain levels, but then the need of human companionship always wins…for the same reasons I don’t believe I can be substituted by a test tube, and I
am sure you are right, the next generation will look to go back to the real life, also because sons always hate parents mistakes, especially if there is no way to have or to be parents. Is there a society that is projecting something like this although it might be implied by these
facts?
I do have one project, one idea you say, the title is “broadband sex”, I am looking for poetry in this plastic-coated world to free up prostitutes from the streets and put them on the web.
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