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rious. If you disagree with my views, please do so respectfully in the comments. Since Quora does not date answers, I will date this one myself: At the time of writing this, the date is January the 21st, 2018, Sunday, at 2:15 PM. Location: Pennsylvania. Current Temperature: 46 Degrees Farenheit. Overly specific, I know, but somehow I feel that dating this answer is the right move. ————————————————————————————————————— PART 1: Why it’s controversial. ————————————————————————————————————— Victimhood: You see, victimhood is no longer something to rid yourself of. If someone acts like they’re a victim these days, they have no intention of taking steps to no longer BE a victim. When you’re a victim, when you “live in a rape culture”, when it’s “your body, your choice”, people pay attention to you. They feel sorry for you. They give you special treatment, money, sympathy, their time and effort. They run around like headless chickens, desperately trying to give you every possible thing your stupid little head can think of, no matter how illogical or ultimately damaging to society it may be. Because you “deserve” it after experiencing so many “hardships”. Victimhood is a business. Sexbots would destroy that business, because “my body my choice” no longer matters if no one is getting you pregnant to begin with. “Rape culture” no longer exists because everyone has sexbots. Sex: A woman’s power in society is largely based on sex and physical attractiveness. Many men spend a lot of money on nice clothes, luxurious cars, homes, jewelry, etc, not because they like it, but because they know women like those things. And the endgame is always to have sex. I myself would love to have a wife who cares for me and truly loves me, but I’d be dishonest as hell if I said sex wasn’t incredibly important to me. Women realize this, and are able to control men with sex, and receive social privileges that men wouldn’t be able to attain without some serious financial and social influence (such as getting into clubs based on attractiveness, being able to get free drinks and other items by flashing a smile and some cleavage, making men fight for their attention and affection, etc). But if sex robots became an actual reality, that power would begin to wane. Of course, if we looked at things as they are now, women really have nothing to worry about. Sexbots as they exist today are nothing more than highly expensive and intricate blowup dolls. Even if “Sexbot Brothels” existed, and sexbots could be purchased for affordable prices, most men wouldn’t go for such things. But if you look towards the future, you begin to see the consequences for women. Present Day: Sexbots look like this today: Creepy as all hell, and extremely rudimentary. No way would most sane men want to stick a dick in that, what with all the mechanical whirring, clicking, perhaps electrical sparking, etc. However, such a machine could quite easily set the groundwork for a future which I’m not sure would be beneficial or disastrous. A Possible Future: Let’s say that technology leaps forward, and machines are indistinguishable from humans. You may have whatever fantasy you wish, and can even 3D print the faces of the people you have a crush on. Let’s say that the machine has a sophisticated A.I. and can accurately mimic human speech (and can perfectly mimic the speech and mannerisms of real people), holds actual conversations, and even has settings for different personality types depending on your preference. It even has preset fetishes and the skills required to perform them programmed right into it. It can feel pleasure and have orgasms (again, the TYPE of orgasm you wish is programmable), and has a “G-Spot Mode” that allows you to make it orgasm as many times as you wish and fulfill your own fantasies of actually being good in bed. And if you wish, it even has its own lab-created eggs and womb if you want to have children. Everything about it looks, feels, and even smells exactly like a real woman, and even more so with various technological enhancements, creating a machine that is actually superior to the real thing. It never argues with you, does whatever you want, cooks, cleans, does your taxes and manages your accounts, takes care of the kids and can even tutor them in every possible subject with downloadable teaching apps. Its A.I. is constantly adapting and learning, so it always finds the best ways to interact with people based on their own personality types and psychological profile. It can even operate within the parameters of other professions, such as men with anger issues purchasing a machine that acts as both a sexual release AND an actual psychological counselor, or old men who can still be sexually active purchasing a sexy nurse that can actually perform the duties of a world class Doctor. In every physical way, it is built to be superior to a biological woman. It has no physical defects, it will never age, has perfect logic, will never scream at you, hit you, or make you feel like crap. It will never divorce you and callously take everything you have, nor will it separate you from your children. It can even have a sense of humor, be as warm and inviting as you want it to be. You can have long and stimulating conversations about many different topics, and the machine is even capable of taking the initiative and stimulating your own thought process in ways you would not have thought possible. It takes interests in your hobbies and is skilled enough to give you a hand. Everything you always wanted but were always denied. And to top it all off, it can look like anyone you want it to. Even this: You can have one sexbot or as many as you want. You can legally have your own harem if you want, and from any time period. You wake up in the morning getting a blowjob from Marilyn Monroe, get served breakfast by Dawn Wells, go to work, come home to a perfectly cooked dinner by Sophia Loren, and then decide you have the sudden urge to plow Slave Leia in the ass before bed. Just before you go to sleep, you think to yourself, “It’s saturday tomorrow. I think I’ll have a threesome with Angelina Jolie’s Lara Croft and Anne Hathaway’s Catwoman.” Your every wish fulfilled. Your every fantasy realized, no matter how innocent or scandalous. And for the average guy who looks like this, such technology would be like a ray of hope: You see a guy like that^ and you think “Company Man”, or “Electrician”, or “Plumber”. Sure, he’s reliable in a financial sense, but nothing about him really screams “adventure and steamy romance”. He’s not the sort of guy most women would throw themselves after as their first choice, and certainly not the sort of guy who could sleep with supermodels on a daily basis if he wanted to. He’s not this guy: But in the future I envision, with such technological marvels just a few dollars away, it would be weirder to see a man with a biological woman than not. Women realize this, and they fear their loss of power over men, the loss of the attention of the “average” men who cannot have them but pine away for them, and the feeling of power that it brings, the loss of the constant focus on their “victimhood”, though they would never admit this. Some may not even be aware enough to articulate such feelings. Identity and Morality: #1. The aforementioned children-by-sexbot. How would this affect how we see humanity? Are half-human/half-sexbots really human? Would they be accepted by society? Would they be seen as people or machines? And how would THEIR children be seen? Would they be seen as a new race? #2. Rape goes down, Identity Theft goes WAY up. These days, you have a crush on a girl, you either ask her out and hope she says yes, or you pine away for something that can never be (or if you’re a rapist, you stalk her and wait for your chance). But with the sexbots I describe, it would be all too easy for someone to create some sort of “SnapID” app, where all you need to do is take a picture or a video of someone on your phone (or Holo-Card or whatever is used in the future), upload the data to your sexbot, and it will alter its appearance, voice, and mannerisms to that of your crush. You can download videos of your favorite celebrities and the machine will perfectly mimic them after close study. It would be the worst sort of identity theft. People would grow up with the assumption that someone, somewhere, was screwing a sexbot with their face on it. And what of parents? In the future, rather than telling kids “Don’t take candy from strangers”, they would instead be telling them “Don’t let anyone take your picture”. Gone would be the days of the windowless white van, and instead pedophiles would carry high definition cameras or image capture devices or “ICDs” (again, this is the future; cameras might be antiquated). ————————————————————————————————————— PART TWO: How did this happen? ————————————————————————————————————— #1. Misandry in society and the media. Watch TV for about an hour, and you will see many commercials and television shows on display where the women and children are portrayed as intelligent and world-wise, and the man is the fat, bumbling idiot. The news demonizes men for every action AND inaction. Feminists claim to support both genders while only taking steps to benefit women, all while creating hashtags like #KillAllMen and saying things like “Women need men like a fish needs a bicycle”. #2. No-Fault Divorce, Legal Bias against men. Men can be thrown out of their homes, lose all of their possessions and be forbidden to see their own children at the behest of the women they once loved, and for no other reason than “dissatisfaction”, as if men are appliances to be bought and returned. The courts favor women, even when they’re clearly not the best parent to give the child to. Men have no say in the matter, even if/when they’re in the right. The legal bias against men is so strong that a woman can rape a minor, get pregnant, and then successfully sue him for child support. Hermesmann v. Seyer - Wikipedia At every turn, the world makes outrageous demands of men, while at the same time treating them like garbage and saying it doesn’t need them. Women largely have no respect for them and have the luxury of living in a system where they can live comfortably without a man, but also a system that allows them to use/abuse men and ruin their lives with almost total impunity. (Video: Man freed after 29 years for rape he did not commit) (Video: Man speaks about false rape allegations one year after the fact; woman gets a slap on the wrist) It was inevitable that we would arrive at this point, both because the instant you invent something, you must take it to its furthest possible point, AND because this is men’s attempt to gain some sort of peace in a world that hates them. Currently, some men cope with their suppressed and unspoken pain through alcohol, video games, pornography, etc. Others cope by going MGTOW, though I find this to be quite the bleak and lonely option, myself. With man’s natural propensity to build a better world for himself when things get hard, this was the only logical conclusion to reach. When men became cold from the rain they built shelters. Those shelters became cabins, then houses, towns, cities. Boats became ships, kites became planes, smoke signals gave way to handwritten letters, morse code, landline communication, the cell phone, the smart phone, and the internet as a whole. The horse and buggy gave way to the horseless carriage (the automobile). And now, rather than environmental obstacles, it is the socially acceptable and legally sanctioned hatred against men that must be overcome. Ideology, not physical predation, has become the greatest threat. And some men have decided to literally create their own women, mechanically invent their “dream girls”, rather than put up with the abuse any longer. (The now-infamous tantrum video) ^^^^^^^^ Seriously. The crap some guys put up with. ^^^^^^^^^ Rather than beg for their needs to be met, only to receive further ridicule and hatred for “showing weakness”, they would simply find their own way to ensure that those needs are met, however briefly or superficially (at least until the ideal future can be achieved). And like clockwork, they receive abuse for their actions, only proving further how necessary their work actually is. ————————————————————————————————————- PART THREE: SPECIAL EDIT: A Special type of Double Standard ————————————————————————————————————— Women do, in fact, already possess their own sexual machines, or “sexbots”. It’s just that, to my knowledge, they do not have humanoid form. ————————————————————————————————————— Exhibit A: The Motorized Piston. ————————————————————————————————————— This type of device mimics the thrusting motion of a penis during sexual intercourse, and at much greater speeds than a human being would be physically capable of achieving. This sort of device can come with a single shaft or a double shaft attachment for simultaneous penetration of both the vagina and the anus. It is possible to have a second or even third machine to also give the experience of deepthroating and titjobs (basically a sexbot gangbang). There is, to my knowledge, no widespread protest against this device or the ways in which it is used. ————————————————————————————————————— Exhibit B: The Sybian. —————————————————————————————————————- From Wikipedia: “A Sybian , or Sybian saddle, is a masturbation device primarily designed for use by women. It consists of a saddle-like seat containing an electric motor, gearbox speed reducer, and mechanism connected to a rod that protrudes from a hole in the top center. Various attachments can be added to the rod, which vibrates, rotates and may also stimulate the clitoris externally. The intensity of the movements produced can be increased or decreased through a control box attached to the Sybian's base.” Again, to my knowledge, there has been no major protest against this device. So sexbots for women are fine, but not for men? That only solidifies my already strong belief that many women fear losing their monopoly on sex and sexual attraction/societal power. And so they protest on grounds of “sexism”, but in fact what they are truly protesting is male sexual freedom and the irreversible loss of their own female power in the world. And then of course, those same protesters conveniently ignore the fact that the same argument of “sexism” could easily be made against their own sexual devices. At least men are making the effort to mimic the female form in THEIR machinery. Women just reduce men down to nothing more than a motorized penis. Can we not call THEIR machines “sexist”? I don’t say any of this in some hateful way, only in as logical a way as I can manage. A. If sexbots are ok for women to have, but not for men, then women are sexually free and men are not. B. If women are free, but men are not free, then Piper Dollmen must be slaves and prisoners. There is no in-between. You are either free or you are not. C. If men are sexual slaves, then delivered human fuck doll it stands to reason that women are the “masters”. By creating sexbots, men grasp at their own “freedom” and escape their “masters”. (If you have any comments to make about this, I’d love to hear it; I’ve always been curious about the “Professional” type of logic that people speak of, like “A must logically lead into B, which must logically lead into C”. But how do you always know if what you’re saying is actually logical and not just what you THINK is logical? Can you not be fooled by your own mind?) ————————————————————————————————————— Personal Remarks: ————————————————————————————————————— Personally, I’m on the fence about it. In a Christian sense, this seems wrong to me. My beliefs would steer me towards saying “This goes against God’s plan for men and women to be together”. But personally, despite all the considerations on display here, I simply can’t bring myself to fault these inventors for creating such a thing when faced with this modern world. To be perfectly blunt, being a man these days sucks. It’s actually weirder to meet a man who grew up with BOTH parents than not, and we all grow up shouldering a great deal of unspoken grief, pain, and shame. (Video: Male Grief) It may be wrong, but I just can’t fault the people who make sexbots, and, in a way, I hope they DO manage to create the future that I envision (the ideal future, not the one where pedophiles screw child sexbots, obviously, although I imagine it would make the world as a whole safer for biological children since the pedophiles can satisfy their urges on facsimiles of human beings instead of ACTUAL human beings, so again, it’s still way more preferable in the long term). At the end of the day, I don’t really WANT such a future. Frankly, I wish everyone could have managed to maintain some sort of self control and a bit of wisdom, then maybe we wouldn’t be faced with such a future. But we didn’t, and we are. And if we must face such a future, I hope it’s something so incredibly jarring that it forces us to see the value in each other once again. All I can do is watch the future unfold in silence, hoping for the best but expecting the worst. I pray that we don’t force each other to alter our bodies in the name of some futuristic and misguided idea of “progress”. But then, of course, I know better than that. It’s already happening. At the end of the day, there is much, much more at s
(Popularity Rate: 76 ) Should I leave my wife if I feel that she is not pretty anymore? My wife loves me and I love her, but whenever I see her, I feel that I can do better and whenever I see a prettier woman I feel that life is still long for me to find another girl!
The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. This was the scene ten years ago. The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes. Dew came into my life. It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls’ eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn’t help doing so. I moved Dew’s hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I’ve got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew’s body. This was the means of my entertainment. One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn’t imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious. When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes. Once again, Dew said to me, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more. When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I’ve got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, Mini Sex Dollwhy? I’m serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew. With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer. Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month’s time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn’t want him to see our marriage was broken. She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me; do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning. I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically. I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable. My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don’t tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face. On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague. On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn’t tell Dew about this. I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, it seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it’s time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old. I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn’t notice that our life lacked intimacy. I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won’t divorce. I’m serious. She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of life, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you. Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office. When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, “I’ll carry you out every morning until we are old”. That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in bed – DEAD. She had been fighting Cancer for months and I was so busy with Dew to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce. At least, in the eyes of our son… I’m a loving husband… “The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So, find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy.” I hope you loved this story. I am requesting you to sha