Love & Sex: Past/Present/Future

I think the love poem is a thing of the past. I haven’t come across not one written in the last century. The love letter too has been long lost, for better or worse. It also seems we’ll soon be unable to compose a love song. Some say chivalry is dead. Men are impatient. Women complacent.

The last 50 years have been transformative as proven by Moore’s law. Every couple of years or so, a new wave has hit our shores. Presently there’s much indulgence in the virtual forms – whether internet dating, sexting, camming, phone sexing, or cybersexing – much of that is owed to the power of the computer. We have indeed become more creative in this regard. Some say these are just new expressions of the old instincts. No decadence. Women and men equally curious participants.

Now one wonders about the future. What then when all potential lovers are able to know everything about you before you’re even introduced because their glasses or lenses recognise not only your face but can reveal to them your entire history. When the sweet and sometimes necessary little lies can’t be concealed any longer because what we think may be projected on screens and even our dreams may be recordable. Will we walk around in suits that make us invisible to microwaves to avoid detection? Will a well managed reputation be of more value than beauty and wealth?

When cars do not require you to open the door for your ladies because they insist on doing it for you. When robots respond to you more favourably than would your partner. When the children you will have are predictable. When chips can stimulate you just the way you like – keeping you perpetually happy. When you commit wholeheartedly to monitors that there’s not half left to give the other.

Love which has up to this present day preserved some sort of form under the congruity of universal ideas in its regard, with some acceptable expressions and a few disagreeable ones, is soon to fully mutate, again for better or worse. One wonders what the standards, the measures and most interesting, the pleasures will be in Love’s Future.


© Heath Muchena, 2014

8 Comments on “Love & Sex: Past/Present/Future”

  1. rolltidejen says:

    I often wonder myself. I certainly hope someone out there still is writing love poems and love letters. There is a simple beauty in both, as well as the ways of good, old-fashioned courtship, that people today are missing in this impatient age of technology. People are missing too many steps, the joy of it, if you will.


  2. Doug says:

    If that were so, those without a pedigree are doomed in this century. And from “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes”: I wondered how you knew our true love was doomed, oh no, you don’t like my profile, and you won’t even meet me into the night of a starting friendship where we speak out loud before lips meet or maybe in the the eyes there will be a surprise, “smoke gets in my eyes”.


  3. htmm says:

    Reblogged this on On The Heath .


  4. Insight and wisdom and clarity. Fred and Ginger got it right, too.


  5. Love poems exist. I just wonder why they aren’t getting published. I just started perusing your blog and Kiss Speech was the first thing I read. I knew I had to follow you. Here’s to Love’s Future.


  6. OldenGray says:

    Like most things in life, it is a cycle. What people change today will eventually return because what is grass roots is something our gut knows and believes. As long as you question it and others continue to read what you say then you are one voice that will open people’s minds to question themselves. The more that do this, the better the world will be sir!

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  7. I of July says:

    so true Lord Gray… trying to follow in your footsteps 🙂

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