Sex is everything, or almost everything. What’s more important than sex? Food? No. How is sex more important than food? Is sex more important than survival? Yes — I must be a madman. How could anyone say this?
Think about it. Why do you survive? You survive long enough to reproduce. Why do you eat? You eat so you can mature and grow to become fit enough to attract a mate and reproduce. Why do you have a job? It’s so that you can provide for the children that are produced from all the sex you’ll be having. It all comes back to sex. Why do you go to college? It’s to get a good job and attract a quality mate. Again, it’s about sex.
Why do you go to church? If you’re like most people, it’s a social thing. It creates structure for their life so that they can find a quality mate, settle down, and have babies. Again, it’s still about sex. What is justice? Why do we have government? Science? It’s so that we can continue to reproduce and have babies. As the population increases we need better means of feeding ourselves, we need to organize people (government), and decide who gets to have sex, and who goes to jail (justice).
Why are we on social media? Mark Zuckerberg says Facebook is about connecting people. Connecting? Say what you really mean! Facebook is about sex. This blog is about sex… duh.
Is there anything that’s not about sex? If it’s so important, shouldn’t it be placed above religion itself? If it’s so important, doesn’t it mean that incels have a legitimate grievance against society? This is not to say that every incel needs to be given a wife to sleep with. And let’s not forget femcels. There are women who are pushing 40 and can’t find a husband. They can get sex, but no commitment. What good is candy bar unless you take it out of the wrapper? It won’t cure their baby fever. My point is that both men and women are missing out on something that gives meaning to everything else in their lives. If you could have a million dollars, be admired by all, but never find love, is any of that still worth it? Is there a movie where the hero doesn’t get the girl and it’s… ok?
Seeing things through the lens of sex explains why a country like the US can have all the material goods imaginable and still manage to be depressed. If you knew that an infinitely long chain of reproduction from the beginning of time ended with you, you’d be depressed too. I could give you totalitarian rule over half of Europe and you’d still be depressed.
If everything is about sex and reproduction, is it at all possible that people can stop reproducing and having kids? Apparently so. If it weren’t for immigration, the US population would be declining. We aren’t even replacing the people we have. We have so many ways to connect. They’re in your phone right next to you. Why isn’t the love of your life next to you right now?
This is all well good and true, but what is behind sex itself? What is this impulse and desire to generate more complex and dynamic forms in the cosmos?
Reproduction has become another mechanical process in the contemporary neoliberal imaginary. “Can i afford a kid?” “Should I make life in such a scary broken world?” These questions ought to be defused. I don’t feel the language of reproduction can do it