MODERATOR: Good evening, viewers, and welcome to a spicy
edition of Clash of Worldviews, the financially unlikely show in which
philosophical disputes take center stage. This week, we turn to questions of
sex and romantic love. Is sex shameful? Is love the meaning of life? To discuss
these and related matters, we’re fortunate to have with us the ebullient
sexologist, Sexy Nerd Cassandra, whose podcasts and workshops promote sex
positivity. Joining her is Heather Fogarty, renowned postmodern cynic who
considers herself antisexual. Ladies, welcome! Heather, why don’t you get us
started by explaining what on earth could be wrong with sex.
HEATHER: Thanks, Mr. Nameless Moderator. I’m amused to serve
again as gadfly of the modern social order. Your question sounds rhetorical,
which means you’re assuming that antisexuality, that is, the opposition to sex,
is obviously wrongheaded. But if that’s so, if sex is obviously right, why
don’t you share your sex life with the world by presenting our viewers with
recordings of what goes on under your covers? I’m talking photographs, movies,
descriptions—the works. Why keep something so wonderful a secret?
MODERATOR: I must say if I understand it correctly, your
request isn’t entirely professional.
HEATHER: That’s exactly my point—which comes across despite
your dithering. Sex is animalistic. It proves we’re animals. So it falsifies
our delusions of grandeur, including our prejudice that by donning a power suit
we become a “professional.” You and virtually everyone else find public
dissection of their own sex life distasteful, because you’re embarrassed by
your sex acts. You think disgust with sex is ludicrous, whereas the sex act
itself is plainly asinine. Most people’s worst fear is to be caught in the act
of having sex. And yet they condescend to virginal loners and to those who
abhor sexuality and the body, calling them losers or omegas or mentally ill. But
how can antisexuality be disordered when we’re ashamed of the norm in question?
If the behavioural standard itself is dubious and must be kept private, for
fear of being blackmailed by evidence of the nonsense we get up to when we’re naked and
otherwise savage with our partners, how can dissent from that standard be wrong,
let alone pitiful? Indeed, how can the presumption be against outsiders like me
who choose not to do what most people implicitly agree is foolish, namely hump
each other like the animals we think so poorly of that we routinely dine on
them or hunt them for sport? Sure, many species evolve an instinct to seek
shelter in the wild while copulating, because animals are vulnerable to
predation when they’re in the middle of the sex act. But we can have sex behind
locked doors and still be embarrassed about what sex reveals about us even long
after the farcical act is accomplished.
MODERATOR: Uh, Cassandra, why don’t you jump in here?
CASSANDRA: Gladly! I’m delighted to be here. Heather, I’m
fascinated by your audacious case against sex, but I must say that if you’re missing
out on sex and love, your life is passing you by. These are such important
parts of being human that I fear your over-analyses are only making you
miserable. While it’s often our choice whether to be happy or depressed, I
question your attempt to cast aspersions on something so central to our
wellbeing. Even if your pessimism were to become widespread, what would you
have accomplished other than to prove the aphorism that misery loves company?














