I dream of a sexless world inhabited by a people without carnal urges. The human need to hump each other disgusts me. What makes us better than rabbits on the field whose primary life urge is to breed? Every romantic letter, every tender declaration of love is somehow linked to the fact that you want to get naked with someone else and get in touch with their genitals. How incredibly profane!
I dream of an intellectual romance where only ideas matter, where corporeal needs are inexistent. Isn’t it somewhat repulsive that nearly all the romances in the world are, in one way or the other, commenced by the need to touch each other’s body, to copulate? Copulate, even the word fills me with nausea. Why does sexuality still matter? Haven’t we evolved from this blind need to procreate? Aren’t humans intellectual beings? Sure, there’s this need for putting more human beings in the world. As if our planet wasn’t already overpopulated. But even that can be solved asexually with the advancement of technology! We could have relations that were simply based on the exchange of thoughts. People could read each other poetry or discuss philosophical problems. What a wonderful, peaceful world this could be! I can’t stop dreaming about this world.