Virtual sex and cultural fucks

I wish for a virtual reality.
In a virtual world the notion of its construction would be no matter for debate. The preferential right of interpretation would not be seen as something natural, but rather as a constructed frame of agency.

Natural. I hate that word. The word “natural” implies that there are things that aren’t natural, and not in the sense of supernatural (another retarded word) but unnatural, something of lesser dignity than the “righteous” and “natural” way of doing things.

The dichotomy of natural/unnatural disguise the fact that everything that happens already is natural since it’s actually happening. It implies a right way of doing things but misses the fact that there is no given way of understanding things or actions. Not even eating, sleeping or having sex are distinct natural features of humanity in the sense that it holds a natural or homogenous set of practices tied to it. We don’t have any consensus about even these most basic of human dealings. It varies vastly over time and between cultures, and still people are claiming that there’s a natural way of having or understanding sex. It makes me tired, and ultimately sexually frustrated.

I wish for virtual sex.
Then we could negotiate and discuss the terms of bodily interaction without all the discursive understandings about “natural sex”, morality and all the other bullcrap that’s sabotaging and complicating our sex lives. and maybe, maybe we could then actually have sex with our partners in a more understanding and mutual way, without being simultaneously fucked by culture.