Birds do it, bees do it, the Herald writes about it, even the rather serious Tony Walsh talks about it at conferences, and we can bet that at any given time of the night or day, easily 10 percent of the 5000 people logged on to Second Life are having sex. Indeed, if the PG and prudish Linden Lab were to create a map icon that said "cybering" for their much-fussed-over map of activites in SL, we'd see icons blinking all day long like the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center.
How do I know about sex in Second Life. Well, let's say it's not *cough* from experience, but being a landlord, you see A LOT! And I mean...a LOT!. Having dealt with literally thousands of customers in my 15 months of rental business in SL, I don't have to alt-zoom in my camera to catch my tenants in flagrante delicto, hell, they come to the door completely naked or in the scantiest of outfits, often with all their attachments hanging out -- and even more, with scripted objects chatting out lines like "Hi Prokofy Neva I get excited when you touch me!"
I'll never forget that emblematic scene in June 2005 when Philip Linden held a town hall to break the bad news to us that he was GOMing the GOM (taking over the private currency trading business Gaming Open Market, an out-and-out grab for "the good of the platform" which itself became a verb used about other resident-created features LL has taken over.)
Suddenly, a girl arrived late, sexily outfitted with the latest chatting Play Sexy vagina, and hovered over Philip's head, her accessory chatting out to the public view, "I get excited when you touch me!" Aghast, Philip typed hastily, "Hey, watch it with that thing!"
Philip's cry could have been the hallmark of the entire subject -- Hamlet nee Linden Au told us at SLCC that the one subject the Lindens told him to go easy on and self-censor about was sex -- they didn't want the Real Life Real World media picking this up and running with the usual sensational articles sponsoring straight-laced Puritan groups to call their congressmen and tell them to halt the latest Armageddon.
Too late! When you do stuff like invite in the Suicide Girls en masse, give them their own special last name, encourage that kind of hustling of soft porn, you can't tell even the inhouse trained journo to shut up. We wait with anticipation to see if Hamlet nee Linden Au will be covering sex better now that he has gone *cough* indie. (Notice that the umbylical cord isn't completely cut? He still retains his dedicated, above-the-fold Linden forums thread with top eyeballage, and his dedicated click-me icon on the left-ticker on the home page.)
I often thought it would be humorous to light up the map with all the SL orgasms -- or at least good-faith attempts at simulated sex, if not RL effect -- and see what you get. You can get a very rough estimate, however, by panning around the map and just noticing all the green dots that are in little couples very close together, on top of each other, or sometimes a fun threesome. Try it, then zoom in a little closer and notice that you're either at a sky box or a land on ban or one of those vicious bounce scripts that barks at you like the Gulag: YOU HAVE 10 SECONDS TO CLEAR THE AREA.
Safe bet that you've stumbled on a sex scene and better call back in 7 or 17 minutes, or how ever long it might take for the green dots to merge and become the famous four-legged monster, even if the two-legged creatures typing could be separated by thousands of miles, in different time zones, and maybe not even speak the same language.
The other day I went into Barbie's on an alt and tried to get a girl to explain to me what these dance pads paid out and how they worked -- I was curious if Barbie would be going under with the end of Dwelloper, since they routinely use up all the oxygen on my home sim of Refugio, my very first auction buy, where owning less than half of the sim, they routinely lock out the other 3 owners of this sim by piling up 40 avs on their bit. The friendly woman who responded kept typing stuff like "You fun sex, no?" and I'd say "how much are the camp things paying out?" and she'd say "To fun, to sex, no?" trying to get it right. Good thing her Play Sexy pixelated pussy can speak English. I found myself typing stuff like "No to fun not sex now" lol.
Second Life gives a whole new meaning to the concept of international sex trafficking.
Recently, my computer geek doctor guy tweaked up and reinforced my computer, and urged me to block myspace.com off my computer if I had young children at home, because, he said, 7 girls had been killed during rendevous with pervs on it. I have a different solution, which is I have my children work their computers nearby me in the living room so I can keep an eye on their contacts, and I speak to them about what they are doing frequently. If any kid is going to be stupid enough to go meet a stranger off the Internet, it will be due to a lot else going wrong in a family besides the failure to block out myspace.com
But whatever the dangers, probably 90 percent of the adults, and a good number of the kids, are throwing all caution to the wind and hooking up and cybering with strangers whose gender, age, and location they have no knowledge or verification of.
Indeed, the running joke in SL is that instead of the old AOL tagline of typing, "A/S/L" you type now "A/S/$L" because what interests you most isn't the location, but the number of Linden dollars ($L) someone has in their account to either pay for the sex outright in an escort club, or, more subtly, at least pay for the house and the land where you can have the sex in privacy.
And I say kids deliberately, because ever since the Lindens, greedy for subscription numbers, moved to the cell phone sign-up option, the teens poured into the adult grid. I can always tell when they pour in by my customers who all have groups with the names like Alliance Navy and Star War Jedis and Angry Ant and say stuff like this:
Kid: "Can u rent me a mansion for $10,000 kthx brb""
Me: Um, what kind of mansion do you need?
Kid: give me the bigest u got wait
Me: please use Find and let me know your space and prim needs.
Me: It's all on self-service.
Kid: Ok, wait can u rent me this plot for $1000 until i get the money its comin soon my friend has it
Me: It's on self-service, when you're ready, right-click and pay the box.
Kid: Can you give me a year discount we will be here 2 years I promise just let me pay the lower rate now.
If you think there are teens on the adult grid now, OMG try the teen grid! There are kids as young as 9 on there now. Because anybody with a cell phone can get a sub-- many teenagers possess said cell phones in lieu of any babysitter or after-school program, given to them by harried parents who want them to at least call them at work during their myspace.com assignations.
What kind of sex do people have in SL?
Well, here are my anecdotal impressions
o LOTS! The single most important activity for people -- bar none -- is to couple up and have sex, or occasionally triple up. They want to meet someone, exchange soulful talks (their avatars aren't able to do soulful glances), and run through the animations. Even people who claim they never "jump on teh poses" start out by playing on them cynically as a joke, then eventually using them seriously in spite of themselves. Forums FIC types would discount this, and think there are all these people studying 18th century poetry, going to Anxiety Support Groups, and raising money for Katrina. All well and good. But the 99 percent OTHER people are shopping for, dressing up for, planning, and organizing, and doing, the sex thing.
o Most surprisngly, people will tell you very frankly that they are married, or have a fiance or a partner, and they also have an SL partner. In fact, I've easily met a dozen couples and their related RL spouses who are sort of latter-day electronic swingers or wife-swappers, a practice made famous in the 1960s. A man and his girlfriend will both join SL, they will both find other partners and tell their RL partner about it, and even acquire multiple partners and seem to remain happy. Of course, there's the more common, lurid media story of the angry wife (it's usually a wife) coming in to find her errant hubby has gotten a pixel prostitute spreading her legs for him behind his hastily-pulled-up spreadsheets -- or sometimes she hires a cyber detective to sting him -- one of Hamlet's most famous, most referenced columns was about this sort of "Watching the Detectives" activity.
Probably the far more common story is the one about the woman who has organized a thriving escort business for herself, completely taking sexual power over for herself and doling it out for money, something she has little or no opportunity to do in RL. Many women go this route in SL and don't find it demeaning, but find it exhilarating. They get to dress up like tarts -- and earn Real Life money! It's absolutely liberating. It's very common for these working gals to sprinkle their convos with dirty talk, and at the slightest reprimand, say, for having too many prims on their rentals, to tell you that you need to "get laid" and tell you the price. They are super-confident about their abilities, their pricing, their market -- and their satisfied customers, and God bless 'em!
o Many, many people practice BDSM. There's the organized BDSM, and the more cultic Gor based on these second-rate novels from this Queens College professor loathed by the feminists, and that's got plenty of people coming in -- the chief Gor dude, Magnum Serpentine, once bragged to me that they "collared 10 people a day" -- that was before p2p, which Magnum lobbied hardest for (you might think of p2p as the opposite of a rigid Gorean enslaved lifestyle; p2p is what enables people to p2p right into the arms of cults like that and never get sidetracked -- that's one of the reasons they wanted to get it into the game). The Lindens don't touch them -- they are subscriptions pouring in the door and that's all they care about now.
These sub-cultures or alternative lifestyles have almost completely saturated the mainstream sex culture now as you can see from sex practices in SL. Nearly every single home and land I rent -- and I've rented thousands at this point -- has some accoutrement reflecting the BDSM thing. It might be merely a handcuff on a bed. I might be merely a house or furniture from Relic, the BDSM architect with the Gothy moss-laden stuff. Or a handcuff on the wall. Or this rug that has poses on it that says "Resolution". "Resolution" is some sort of end-stage of the BDSM ritualistic sex act involving power exchange supposedly with a "safety word" as violence and pain are practiced, and ultimately arriving on this rug, I imagine. I'm sure humdog and others can enlighten us about this. The point is, the rug just by itself, without any of the other bondage things, sells like hotcakes, judging by its ubiquitous presence.
Many, many people have dungeons. With enormous racks of torture, implements of destruction, and extraordinary devices of pain infliction -- at best capable of only imaginary and psychic pain of course. Yet if you think the protection against BDSM is that you can "always log off," you're forgetting the damage to the soul ensuing from 12-hour marathon stretches addicted to this sort of activity, under the tutelage of a Master who won't even let you go to the bathroom in Real Life. No sale. Many have become involved in this, however.
Most people either like to tell others what to do, or have someone tell them what to do. BDSM is perfect for that age-old human condition. The sex promises to be hot and illicit; the builds are gorgeous and create romantic backdrops for your avatar to be stretched out in all its glory while a stranger clicks on it admiringly.
No sociologist has studied the transmogrification of the once minority lifestyle of BDSM into a standard-variety fixture in many virtual bedrooms, but this microcosm within a pixel world could likely be an anticipation of what we will see in the RL culture in 10 or 20 years, if the theory holds that these synthetic worlds are prototypes, in speeded up fashion, or what the real world can become.
BDSM and Gor purists of course will be angered at the cavalier treatment of their rituals by all the ordinary Joes and Janes. All those Bobbysocks and Fetids and Terkleberries and all the other ridiculous names the Lindens have cooked up to bracket their social-engineering experiment with the new generation of "when we opened up bulk auction sims for the masses" -- they all love a little leather, a little whip action -- and the top classifieds bid for ages has been this "realistic action whip" that I'm confident did a land-office business for its product, judging from its traffic.
It's common for a young male to write on his profile that he is bluntly looking for slaves. It's common for forlorn 30-somethings to pine for a Master to teacher her on the forums. It's common for giddy high school girls to come do a kneel pose by BDSM Lite and Weekend Gor's throne he's just thrown together with box prims and ugly rugs that look like they come straight out of Brighton Beach -- if they had powder-baby-blue Ethan Allan sofas with the plastic still on them for sale in SL, you can be sure these types would buy them lol. No ritual, no safe words, no elaborate mystique, just pump and dump.
o OK, what positions? I think the "missionary position" which I bought and put in Flamingo Court, my hot-sheets hotel in Juanita, is probably the single and sole use of this pose in SL. Most people seem to want to have doggy style, crab style, or any one of those fascinatingly named poses from Ben Stravinsky with names like "Man's Labour, Women's Pleasure" or things like "The Citadel" or whatever that open up vistas of imagination lol. ("Man's Labour/Women's Pleasure" consists of a pose of a man kneeling and manually working the woman's clit as she stands astride him against the wall.)
Many tenants opt to have the BJ sit script -- and on their roofs. Remember those birds we had when we were kids, with the perpetual motion? Drinky Bird or Dippy Bird? You set them going, and they never stop. That's the BJ Sit Pose. Turn it on, and one avatar will bob his or her head up and down for ever, until the heat death of the sun, and the other avatar, presumably in a paroxysm of BJ Sit Pose pleasure and a vacant look on his avatar (if they had experssions!) just sits there and does nothing, occasionally um nodding in agreement.
One of the more interesting poses is 69, which comes with a detachable little prim tongue. While a bit gross, it enables you to right-click and copy the little tongue and attach it to your avatar where it swings into the right place for more uh realistic action. There are aesthetic issues involved in how one um supplies the little prim tongue for one's hotel guests. I opted to put it in the hotel ashtray.
o Oh, speaking of my hot-sheets hotel? My concept here was to create a low-cost, democratic, accessible yet private sex zone where people wouldn't have to go to laggy clubs, deal with bouncers and call girls and madames, and pay huge prices. I wanted to empower the working girl or boy to work with very low overhead and no bouncers and controllers forcing her to turn over overhead to a pimp, or bullying him not to accept side offers from clients. She can come to the motel, and not even right-click on the box. I put the rental boxes in a large transparent prim over the beds. If you want to cyber-fuck using the sex anims, you'll have to rent the space and pay $35 or $75 or $100, depending on how many animations there are. She or he can have their clients pay the box, and with my low-low rental fee and even lower refund fee, you can right-click, do the nasty, refund, and be out of there for a mere $25.
One of the funny things for me to see every day is the scores of men and women who come and make use of this very handy means of low-cost, private sex on the lovely low-lag sim of Juanita : )
Recently I added to the attraction by making available ArchTx Edo's $50 cock known as erm the Everhard. It's not as fancy and talky as all the others -- but hey, who needs to type and chat when your hands are busy in RL? Just come out with the perma-stiffy, get the girl on the pose like that Perpetual Motion Bird, and we'll be out of here in, oh...27 minutes? Or Prok will charge us $47 instead of $20 LOL.
o OK, if the fascinating decor of the Flamingo Court/Motel of Last Resort, which is about circa 1956, and has pink ashtrays, the Cherry Bed from the Linden Library, Ingrid's free couch and pink flamingo rugs is um not the aesthetic and cultural experience you seek (we do have AC/colour tv/heated pool/magic finger beds, though!) you have a HUGE -- and I mean HUGE array of other places to go to sample sex. There's the Edge, the Ice Dragon, Bad Girls, and Barbies just to get started on the huge list.
I personally find Bad Girls to be among the friendlier, and maybe that's because a lot of them come to rent from me for some mysterious reason explained by call-girl-word-of-mouth but each to his own, there's lots to chose from. There's the Boyz Cellar supplied by Paolo Portocarrrera for gay men and like a gadzillion lesbian spots --- among an intriguing one I noted is an exclusive and private group of Lavender Lesbians who wear flowerly gowns, long white gloves and hold teas and garden parties behind walls in PG.
A place that has a kind of Garden of Cyber Delights is in McFee, I'm forgetting it's name, but I stumbled on it while trying to buy some land -- which I then backed out of. Anyone of any persuasion can come to screw, and they'll find others of the same or opposite sex or furries or whatever. It's funny to see how much people coming to do just one thing like that still find the need to chat and talk about each others' favourite books, movies, sims, SL clubs, etc. Anyway, Perpetual Motion Bird Chair is well deployed, as are another favourite pose I see in just about every store and every home sex-set-up in SL -- he's sitting in the chair doing nothing, she's with her back to him, astride him bass-akwards, half-standing, doing ALL the work, pumping up and down. In RL, you'd probably be headed for a lifetime of knee replacement surgery, heartache, and pain with this sort of hard-working awkward position; in SL, you can turn it on, even go do the dishes, and come back and find your cyber bunny glazed and happy, and your account richer by $500 LL.
o Which brings me to the question...well who is having this cyber sex? The geeks at the forum FIC might guffaw at all this (some of them are strangely silent because they have their own SL sex addiction going on an alt somewhere), but the fact is, many thousands of people from all over the world are logging on to this platform and having cyber sex as if it is the most ordinary, normal thing -- and frankly, it is. Many ordinary, non-geeky, non-"don't have a life" types are logging on and doing this as normally as driving to the Safeway in their SUVs.
A guy will log on with a new account, IM me, and said he read my name somewhere and he'd like a rental for $500 LL, a landmark to find a hottie, and some poses. He's absolutely unashamed; hey, we're talking man to man here, and there's a service to be performed and money to change hands. Before I can even set up his rental box, he sends me a month's rent and a big tip. He's as normal, matter-of-fact, and unashamed as they come. He wants a box, a girl, and sex in that box with that girl and he doesn't care who knows it -- he just wants to make sure that some griefing pre-pubescent teen doesn't barge in on his beautiful hot tub afternoon delight. His manner is like somebody renting a car, normal, and business-like. "Does the house have lockable doors and windows that close?" "Are the girls nice there?" "Can I have a sky box?"
o Where do they do it? The sky box has got to be an SL invention. I don't know of any other game that has quite the rich culture of a sky box -- platforms located as high as 512 m off the ground, far from prying eyes and more importantly, lag, where people can set up their gardens and poses.
Most people making a sex garden put together the following kit of stuff -- you can see it replicated all over SL like kudzu:
o A water source, preferably a Grecian urn or a lion's mouth, spouting water, and preferably a shallow pool with a stone floor. Roaches like to be near water sources. Sims, we learned from our long association with Sims online, naturally seem to gravitate to the bathroom to pile up and socialize and get their showering done to green up, and humans with avatars in SL also like to be near water sources as they cyber.
o Poses -- not just BJ, doggy, Women's Work, etc. but as bizarre or as languorous as can be imagined.
o Rocks. This is supposed to set the tone for the attachments, I guess, which remain rock-hard, always, and everywhere.
o Arabia. The Muslim world supposedly doesn't have free sex in the way of the decadent West, but American girls and boys having cyber in SL like the backdrop of the Arabian nights, with a partner decked out in beguiling silks and naval diamonds and such, because it seems exotic, I guess.
Alternatively, the mainly suburban folk of SL like to have really normal, vanilla bedrooms. In the center is that big four-poster bed that Gram and Gramps used to have, but with a bouquet of poses that Gram and Gramps probably never learned about even in their wildest nights. And on the wall is a picture of..you guessed it, the couple having cyber sex. I wouldn't have to spy on my tenants, as I said, and don't wish to (I'm too busy struggling to set to group all the hundreds of porn videos they are renting and deeding them lol) but I could get an idea of what they like by the giant, 5x5 screenshots they post of themselves and their loved ones (and they change from week to week sometimes) getting it on with the poses.
o Oh, pron. Right. Porn seems to be the main thing that avatars need to get in the mood. No accident, comrade, that the Lindens RUSHED to get the streaming video feature into SL -- it's a decided plus for the sex trade. Frankly, even the best pixelated skin with realistic nipples and chest hair and even cut dicks and scrotum veins just isn't enough for some people to rise to the occasion. So they pop in some videos from JZ Video or wherever -- you can rent them now for $20 LL, or buy the preloaded TV set for $1000 LL -- and watch what are usual girls in those gauzy, soft-porn kind of pron videos that you can get if you click on a pron site but don't actually pay the freight for the subscription.
This may seem odd, but I've never once seen a gay male porn video in SL. Surely they must exist! The pron of choice for couples is the girls, and the girls seem to be as worked up as the men. "I could do her," is a frank comment I hear from many a girl avatar.
o Of course, we know that SL is the place where "The men are men...and so are half the women." And I might add, not all those men who are men are men, either LOL. The drag queens are some of the more fun tenants -- these big, strapping, busty girls, often black or Hispanic, because their typists are in RL black and hispanic and I guess SL gives them a chance to be gay and transvestite, where their home cultures are more repressive. How do I know this? Because they either tell me, they put their RL picture on their profile or in their homes, or it can be surmised from certain cultural clues. It's fun seeing male Puerto Rican New Yorkers dressed up in their best female outfits, with huge prim heels, hootchie hair that would sink a sim, sitting around talking to their girl-frien'. Some of them tp me in to deed a video, naked, waiting in their hot tub, and invite me in. Well, I don't wish to disappoint : ) so I back out of the door...but the next tenant could well be a gay male with all attachments cooking with gas, propositioning me into HIS hot-tub...and I'm afraid I have to say "no sale" again.
o In fact, one of the touchingly funny habits of tenants to try to get me to have sex with them is to IM me and say they've lost a prim. (I guess some people just fantasize about having sex with TV guys and such, and a landlord is like that.) I arrive on the scene, and a distraught woman in a flimsy nightie tells me that she was trying to put her BJ Sit Pose out and it "got away from her". With a series of nods and winks, she lets me know that if I find that prim for her, I can come do the Drinky Bird with her. Um, yeah.
I'll never forget one night in the appropriately-named diaphanous sim of Zephyr. A tenant calls upset, unable to articulate the kind of prim she lost. It's, you know. A pose. I arrive and can't see it, even turning on view scripted objects and beacons of transparency.
I tell the boyfriend that there's an object that scans for prims by your name available at Brainiac. He comes home and starts hoovering around looking for what I now understand to be the peripatetic pussy. We can't find it; but she's sure it's out there. I kid you not, to save this apparently $5000 artifact, I sub-divide the entire lot into 64 meter squares while this boyfriend, obviously very eager to find that item again pronto, hoovers up the entire lot, square by square. Finally, we find it over by the spa...somewhere near the Grecian urns...with the Arabian curtains...something. I should have *known* to start at the water source first!
o It's one thing to imagine all this world of cybering in its own terms. I think that's what Jeanette Prudhomme has done an excellent job of doing in the Herald article. But what does in mean in RL terms?
What we have here isn't a nation of shopkeepers even, but a nation of wankers. Masturbators. Five-on-Oners. Whatever you want to call them. People who are cybering, are, if you study them as a phenomenon in Real Life, mainly sitting in front of their computers, finding another person online, putting up some cartoons, and then masturbating, with one or two hands.
So? *Shrugs*. Science has never been able to prove that masturbation causes you to grow blind, nor can it be shown to reliably have caused the downfall of any civilization. All of the sex surveys by these scholars like Masters & Johnson have always shown the a large percentage of people masturbate, even if they are married or have sexual partners.
A lot of human civilization can be studied from the perspective of the organization of conditions for optimalizing the male orgasm, and then as a secondary issue, the female orgasm.
Our own civilization, such as it is, has reached to heights in this optimalizing, making it possible for the Five-on-One to be almost as virtually good as the real thing...well, at least for a goodly number of people.
Just think of it. Telecommuting has made it possible for most people to fit in at least "one just for me" during the day while even the most ardent spouse or partner is off at work or picking up the dry cleaning or something. In fact, one of the engines of telecommuting, which was led by unsocial geek types, may well have been the ease with which it enabled the male orgasm to take place at all times of the work day, without any wait or fuss. Click on the porn site or the chat group, lather, rinse, repeat.
With a thing like Second Life, Dad can be in the den by day telecommuting, logging in to some boring teleconference, while Mom is off either at her part-time Wal-mart's job or picking up the kids from soccer practice, and he can fit in at least a jack-off or 2 before she gets home, and even have some for her left over.
Meanwhile, if Dad's off to work, Mom can find herself an Italian lover on another time-zone and take out her Pleasure Chest vibrators she keeps hidden in the laundry closet, or even wait until telecommuter Dad runs off to the A&P for microwave dinners -- while she turns a trick or two in the virtual escort club before the kids get home from soccer.
Bub and Sis, meanwhile, can race upstairs to their own rooms and computer set-ups and grope and pose with strangers whose ages and sexes they can't know...and only hope that in fact they haven't hooked up with the alts of Mom and Dad downstairs lol.
Among the great economizing features of SL in terms of the worldwide mandate to optimalize orgasms is that middle-aged females, underemployed, with disposable time at least, can earn money online while servicing all those boys racing home from school to jerk off. And Suicide Girls and their wannabees with profiles touting their ability as "cock sockets" can earn themselves clothing budgets with their escort biz to make up the shortfall from Telecommuter Dad's stingy allowance. People on other time zones in developing countries, of course, have a huge North American audience that is happy to pay them at least $3.60 US to type dirty words to them, over and over. Their start-up costs are almost non-existent, even if they pay for the makeover at Barbie's and buy the animation override.
Yes, there's no question that Second Life has achieved probably for the first time in the history of humankind, a truly remarkable thing: a seething, writhing mass of simultaneous cybersexing orgasmic human beings, all plugged in to each other virtually at the same time, having what many claim to be the best sex of their lives.
All that stands in their way now are things like lag and server performance, given that the sex animations ensure the avatars' performance is 150 percent with the Everhards and the Play Sexys. Once Anshe Chung, in a giggling mood, published an ad for land in Winnipeg on the river, saying it was "romantic waterfront with castles" and high-speed FPS -- "to ensure that orgasms would be simultaneous lol." Many people love to pass around the notecard describing what purports to be Anshe's services as a call girl when she first began in SL -- and what of it? Whether true or not, th Business Girl is no dummy, and it's a natural to make poses, then use them, and get paid for that work.
Does masturbatory cybersex on computers with pixelated partners spell the end of normal sex and RL meat-world partners?
This subject awaits scientific study, but I think not, judging from the number of people who say they maintain RL relationships, and yet frankly discuss their online cybering. And if the proverbial 400-pound man living in his mom's basement and scarfing down chips and chili dogs is finally getting some action, what of it? The game dev geeks will have achieved their mission: ensuring safe, 24/7 access for the efficient achievement of the male orgasm -- and surprise, surprise, lots of female orgasms too.