Sextopia

Picture a world where men and women actually like each other. They thoroughly enjoy each other’s company. A lot. They spar. They debate. They flirt. Hell they even actively seek out one another’s company in a multiplicity of social settings. No longer are men grouped together in hunched packs, eyeballing their female cohorts, nor are woman to be found in hen like clusters actively pecking away at the male psyche. Both sexes are equally represented at social gatherings, and mingling among the sexes is not only encouraged but also actively enforced through a complex web of social cues.

The balanced gender diversity is juicy. Juicy as fuck. As the sexes intermix conversations flow from intellectual thought to innocent flirtation. The tête-à-têtes lightens the air as both sexes lose prior inhibitions. Rather then rebuff flirtation woman relish in the thought of being cherished. Flirtation becomes the drug of choice for all woman, they recognize it as the lifeblood that beats at the core of their primal urges. Flirtation is no longer a direct sexual approach but rather a mechanism to delight the senses through stimulating conversation.

The differences between the sexes are accepted. Men and woman are simply different. No effort is made by either party to denounce the ways of the other. Rather a sense of self is gained through conversing about the differences between men and woman. The sense of mystique and mystery that shrouds the opposite sex is sexy. Sexy as hell.

As women embrace interaction with men, and no longer view flirtation as a threat the sexual goals of the male become less linear. The male is now far more concerned with playing the field rather then literally plowing it as he was before. A sense of love has been bestowed upon him through his playful interactions with the woman that surround him. Preoccupations with sex have disappeared, he is now far more concerned with the entire experience that accompanies love.

With the gatekeepers of egalitarianism ever present a new world where equality reigns supreme is born. The phallic is no longer a symbol of power but rather seen as a divining rod of sorts. It senses emotion, adjusting itself accordingly. It can now tell if a woman is interested, if she wants to dance, or even if she feels fat. The undeniable physical differences between the sexes are praised as they allow both sexes to fit so snuggly together. The penis is now a blessed object, a giver of life.