So why are we so wedded to our cells?
Same reasons as everybody else not using them purely for business, like male escorts setting up appointments between appointments, or those Lexus convertible boys cutting deals during South Florida’s real estate boom, you know, the same guys checking the dumpsters now because they pissed all their $$$ away while the sun shined. A busy cell phone is a symbol you’re loved, a security blanket that you’re not alone in this shitty world. I swear some guys fake calls just so people think they have friends.
But that’s where the problem is. Because in my mind, it’s cell phones and smart-phones and, yes, the web that are actually separating us, not bringing us closer together.Guys in the bars are texting instead of talking and guys at their laps (or on their smart phones at work on their laps to hide their hard-on) are j-oing over some hottie’s pics and IM’s, not as foreplay to the real thing with the guy, but as the “real” thing itself.
Hell, there’s a new high tech toy out now you can hook up to your pc to stick over your dick or up your butt to simulate sex with the porn star of your wet dreams who’s on the screen making love just to you. Is that app on your smart-phone coming next?
Then, why will we need flesh at all?
Come to think of it, if Nokia were really enterprising and wanted to get back on top of the cell manufacturing game, they’d design a cell phone in the shape of a dildo that you could leave on vibrator. Easy to carry and definitely a good feel.
Think I got enough minutes left on my very ungay, Walmart Tracfone to call Nokia’s headquarters in Finland now?
Tomorrow: Cruising in Limbo
