I have been participating in the general goings-on in this site for a very short time and have not come across chatrooms or role play areas before, but I have come to see I cannot truly believe that a fully-formed human being can be satisfied by an on-line relationship.
I can grasp that on one level role-playing will provide a certain pleasure and form of escape. I say role playing because this is what an on-line relationship must be. It is not real. It does not involve body language and contact. It is devoid of most things that define us as human.
I read that people are satisfied by mental contact and by adopting a particular mind-set and frankly it makes me want to weep.
There are so many nuances in a glance. So many pleasure in a touch. Such an eroticism in a perfume. A joy in a lover's sigh. The taste of anothers body.
We have five senses and they are all used in a relationship of true depth. I will not subscribe to the way of thinking that says electronic transmissions of our intentions can be a substitute. Merely an imitation.
I will agree that such contact can be auto-erotic. The ideas sent out providing the sender with a thrill more than the recipiant. If you cannot actually see, hear, touch, smell or taste the other you can rely solely upon their statements-which you interpret from the written word alone and your own statements of feelings.
For what are two typists doing other than describing the way they wish their senses to react? Is it not better to actually have the senses stimulated?
Please lets have clear division between reality and fantasy.
What we read here is far removed from everyday life.
I do not say that an on-line relationship is bad. I do point out that it is a pale substitute for a human one. If we begin a new step in evolution by becoming satisfied with contact-by-wire then we risk losing the very things that make us what we are.
By all means start with the exchange of view points and investigate beliefs, likes, dislikes aspirations and so on. But do not be satisfied until it involves real contact.
William Shakespeare wrote:
"How weary,flat, stale and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world"
Don't settle for that.


Not written by EDMUNDO SLOTH.
Written by a real person behind the facade-for what is this other than that against which I rant?
Now, there's a paradox.