Myths of Cyber Sex
Cyber-Sex:
Sitting in front of a computer and engaging in "sex" with another person who sits at another computer. Perhaps even [unknowingly] your icky next-door neighbor or co-worker.
I think immediately of that movie way back in the dark ages called The Love Machine — and that the once absurd idea of that movie has now become an every day thing in the lives of many people. For some it supplements their life, for some it fills a void in their life, for some it is simply done for role-play reasons, and for others, it is simply uninteresting and is not made a part of their lives.
You Mean She's NOT a Model?
If you're like most people, you probably think that people who sit at their computers and cyber are people like weird Mervin Plunk down on the corner, thirty-three years old, 
living with his elderly mother, six hundred pounds of profound "ewww" with that leering look of lust everytime anything female walks past his living room window. Or crusty ol' Hilda Grubbean over on the next block, a spinsterly sixty-something year old collection of sagging flesh and ear- and nose-hairs. You can picture them sitting at their computers engaged in some sort of cyber-play. Ohhhhhhh yeah.
Especially if you've been online as long as I have.
Relationships Can Suffer
Cyber-sex has become a part of "play" amongst various types of role-play rooms. Many require that a person participate in this type of "play" while many others respect the fact that people are married or cohabitate with a life partner, significant other, or whatever term you wish to use, and take seriously their commitments.
So, is it cheating on your partner then to engage in cyber-sex? It absolutely depends on your relationship, and a mutual understanding of what is or isn't allowed first needs to be established. When it hurts your mate in real-time, it's just not cool.
Certainly there are those people who can manage a good, solid relationship as well enjoy cyber-sex. However, the relationship, truly, already needs to be on solid ground, and both have to agree equally on the entire issue. It certainly will not work if say, "Jim" cybers and "Sally" is not allowed to and isn't happy with Jim cybering; such will eventually destroy a relationship, even a good solid relationship. Still, cyber-sex does put a strain on any relationship, even when it's mutually decided. I know a couple that sat side-by-side at their individual computers, and mutually agreed cybering was okay, often times engaging in their own sexual play while both cybering with another. For them, it was exciting at first, a bit of voyeurism involved. However, as time went by, feelings of inadequacy and hurt, and even jealousy, permeated their very strong relationship, and it nearly destroyed it. They learned a very difficult lesson in life, and have spent the past few years rebuilding their relationship — and cyber-sex is something they know can never again be done by either of them.
Sadly, too, there are those that get so involved in the role-play and cyber-sex, that they allow it to interfere with their lives in the real world in many other ways; they allow it to consume them.
Gor and Cyber-Sex
Gor is a world that believes in the beauty, sensuality and vitality of womanhood, which is reflected in the kajira. There are those that say a girl cannot be a "real" kajira if she does not engage in the cyber-sex portion of the role-play. These people need to be educated on what a "real" kajira is.
Cyber-rape:
First of all, rape is defined as "1a: sexual intercourse with a woman by a man without her consent and chiefly by force or deception; 1b: unlawful sexual intercourse by force or threat other than by a man with a woman." Merriam-Webster Dictionary ©2002
So. Can there truly be "cyber-rape?" I don't believe there is. In a real-life situation, the person being raped is PHYSICALLY restrained, be it via a weapon or a stronger person, et al. In a cyber situation, there is, first of all no logical or capable way of exerting physical force. Anyone that claims that the so-called rapist "forced" them mentally to remain online in the chat area, well, that person needs to seek professional psychiatric help for their problem is long-standing and lies far deep in the psyche. Secondly there is no sexual intercourse in a cyber situation. Each person has power — the power to shut down their browser, the power to turn off their computer, the power to get up and walk away. In the instance of the "rape" being for role-play purposes, again, you as the computer operator hold the power in your hands. If such type of role-play disturbs you but you don't wish to shut down your browser for fear of being called a bad sport (or any other such term you might wish to use), then you have the power to WALK AWAY from the screen while the "rape" takes place.
Exploring the Myth
Below is a story that I wrote some time ago for a class of mine. It is not intended for anything other than for amusement and entertainment.
Being "With It" in the World of Cyber Sex
— an original essay by C. Moon-Acha © 1995-2007
I go to work one day and walk over with a couple of doughnuts to one of the gals in my office; Ding-Dong-Debbie, a few of us call her, because although she is nice enough, she is just not quite all there, if you know what I mean. She's a must-see first thing in the morning because she knows all the gossip in the office, thus giving you a head-start on what to expect for the day. You find Debbie sitting at her desk all dreamy eyed and a cheshire cat grin. I plop down next to her and ask her what's got her in such a state. "OH! CHAR!" Debbie exclaims. "I had this great night last night! I met this AWESOME GUY!"
Being the inquisitive person that I am, I ask of course, where she met him and how; you know, all the girlie details.
An incredulous Debbie exclaimed, "Why, silly! On the internet of course! We had this AWESOME sexual experience last night! I'm in love!"
I am a bit stupefied. Debbie ain't no glamour model, but she's attractive enough, and certainly could find a good man in the real world without a problem. Now that my doughnut no longer looks appetizing, I toss it aside, blue eyes widening as I asked her, "You — CYBER?? You really do that — that — internet sex stuff?!"
Of course, Debbie gives me this look like I have just stepped off the ship from another planet, and then she opens her mouth and confirms it, "You mean you've never?! What planet are YOU from? GAWD! EVERYONE I know does it! Heck I bet ol' Herbie Fudgemeyer does it!" Then with a shudder, she remarks, "Eewww…"
I just, like, sit there, and take a breath and reply to her, "Um, no. Never have. I pretty much just picture people that can't get laid any other way being the sort to engage in — that sort of thing."
Then Debbie gives me this look of pure pity, takes my hand, and starts to tell me the "joys" of cyber sex. Uh huh. I get up and head to my desk and begin to work, thinking, boy, what a ditz that one is.
The day rolls along and I get up to take something to my boss's office. Herb Fudgemeyer. He's the little long-lost brother of Mervin Plunk, you just know it; another creature that captures the "ewwww" award. You knock on his door; nobody around. Well, you say to yourself, he does needs this report, so you step inside. You notice his computer is, well, wedged way far back and turned at a strange angle. Curious mind going at top speed, you furtively look around and then seeing that the coast is clear, you take a peek. Oh my. Herbie is chatting on company time. You lean closer. OH MY! Herbie is "HunkaLuv" and has been having a merry old time with someone named "KissMeWet." You hurry from his office, flustered … and bemused because … you remember something.
As you walk back to your desk, you stop along the way and see Debbie fast and furious at her computer. "Um, Debbie? Can I ask you a question? I've been thinking about this cyber thing, and trying it out for myself — maybe you can help me? Give me hints and stuff?"
Well, of course Debbie is willing to help! She tells me that she likes the Love Shack but you can go just about anywhere to find "a good time." It's where, of course, she met the love of her life — HunkaLuv. She gives me tips on how to find "the man of my dreams" and she is squirming with crazed delight while chattering away.
So, I nod, smile, say my thanks and walk away from KissMeWet's desk back to mine, with a very knowing, huge grin splattered across my face.
Later, when I'm home, faced with another long, lonely night because hubby is out on the road again, and the kids are down for the night, I sign onto AOL — of course it takes me the few half-dozen times as is typical of AOL — and check my e-mail. I then peek into The Meeting Place and Best Li'l Chathouse, my usual chat rooms, but none of my buds are around. So, I go hunt around in some of the other rooms. I find The Love Shack and steer clear of that place, thoughts of ol' Herbie and his "little buddy" causing noticeable shivers down my spine.
I decide to venture into The Private Room section (which is not so private as the room names are listed and anyone can walk right on in). Yes, this looks interesting. Quickly, I create a new AOL account, calling myself "2Hot4U" and then log back on (another half-dozen times before AOL actually lets me stay online) with this new name. Instant messages are hitting me left and right suddenly so I quickly turn that feature off. Then I head back to the private chat room sections.
Well, in no time "HndsmStud" is chatting with me, and oh I'm just the sexiest thing he has ever seen (oh yeah, did I tell you? I'm a nude model — blond hair down to my knees, boobs out to Miami, the whole nine yards) and he expressed his desire to do a number of things to my body. Oh my…
Stud is also a model. Imagine that.
So Stud and I go at it — or rather Stud does. I found myself sitting there wondering what in God's name was I doing, remembering stupid lines from movies or songs (Stud liked it when I said "that's the way uh-huh uh-huh I like it uh-huh uh-huh") because that's how stupid I felt. Feeling very bored with the whole thing, I get up and grab the newspaper, reading it (and punching in a line or two here or there: "ooooooooh yeah baby" "mmmmm") and I turn the page of the newspaper … "WOOOOHOOOOO!!!! HOT DAMN!" I exclaim on the computer because I was so excited at what I read that I forgot my fingers were on the keyboard.
Tip of the Day: Do NOT comment on your stocks and bonds futures during cyber sex because you probably will do wah his diddy diddy dum diddy but good…
Uh oh. Stud is done, and now it's MY turn. "Quick! Think!" I tell myself. Again I think of some old movies and it hits me. In the meantime, Stud types onto the screen: "baby, are you still there? are you doing things to your body for me?" I hurriedly type in response: "OH MY GOD! MY HUSBAND IS HOME!!!"
Yes folks, even in the cyber world, nothing works better to kill the mood than to have one's spouse arrive home — or at least make the other believe such has occurred.
Quickly I log off, then log back on in my main account name and erase the new account I created. Then I shut down and sit there looking at my computer thinking I had gone mad. I get up, go look at myself in the mirror and I looked okay. I shake it off and crawl into bed feeling very dirty — and rather insane.
The next day, I feel bad. So, I log on (hey! AOL is quick today, I only dialed-up twice!), set up 2Hot4U again and go in search of Stud. I find him. I apologize to him and tell him what's up. Stud is crushed. I have used him, defiled him, oh you name it, I did it. I have used Stud for my own evil purposes. He loved me, fully and truly, and could not wait until our next night together! I left with my tail between my legs feeling like a total bum.
A good week, week-and-a-half, of self-loathing go by and I go back online as 2Hot4U. I have to make this up to him, apologize again. I find Stud. He's busily engaged with not one, but TWO females. I say "Hi. Remember me?" He doesn't. But he invites me to join on in if I'd like…
I leave in a huff. I have been JILTED! How DARE he! I erase the account for 2Hot4U in a foul, bitter mood. How dare he forget me! Me who do wah'd his diddy! Then — reality catches up to me and I sit down and laugh — for hours. At myself. At Stud. At the whole ridiculous notion of it all.
Of course, during my years online, there were other incidences, unsolicited nudges in my IM's from dudes (at least they claimed to be male anyway): "i wont to do U do U wont 2 do me 2?" and of course, the memorable and award winning: "i want 2 sockle yur beasts" — and other interesting things. Somehow, trying to figure out typos and getting sexually excited at the same time is a feat in itself.
Back at work the next day, I look at KissMeWet Debbie; I look toward ol' HunkaLuv Herbie's office. I smile. Do I?
Nah…
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