Sex, Love, and Global Justice

Wolf Like Me by TV On The Radio

Crushed what you're holding So you can say letting go is Easy, easy

food for thought

Why Do Witches Ride Brooms? (NSFW)

"A sex device that uses machine learning to improve its performance for a particular human—even if just as an intercessor with another human or humans—delocates intent. “If you understand sex as a form of interaction and communication, and of understanding the person you’re having sex with, if part of that is removed through an AI interface, what does that mean?” Lewis says. Part of consent is understanding context, and one possible future here will include economic incentives for hiding that context. Just as social networks hide the ways they keep people coming back for more, so too will sex devices conceal the sophisticated machine-learning artifice that makes them able to improve, to anticipate desires, to augment the skills of a teledildonicized partner. The makers of those devices will train them on databases of hundreds of thousands of people’s preferences, presumably. It’s hard to consent if you don’t know to whom or what you’re consenting. The corporation? The other people on the network? The programmer? The algorithm? Maybe it’s just enhanced masturbation. “We don’t have solid answers to those questions. We might never have them,” Lewis says. “We might wander into this revolution in sex without knowing what it means.”

CRAVE Please excuse me sir could you spare some change? Every day I get up and it’s all the same I am inside out in a sideways place I got friends around but they’re all mistakes And the bottle tips to my open throat And the needle hits on the skin so cold I am underneath I cannot control Crave Fill me up until my plate is full Is it for my head, is it for my fuel? I will open up, I will swallow whole Sugar in the veins and the heart consoled 'Cause it’s something that everybody needs When we just give in how it tastes so sweet Is it by design, does it grow from greed? Crave

This is one for the solid ground Stretchin’ out as I’m homeward bound, you’re There when I put my two feet down To move around This is one for the river flow Doesn’t stop when it’s tired, it goes on So the greens and the gold can grow To feed the town