In the unisexual world of tomorrow, kids will try on sexual identities via cyberspace, choosing black or green or aquamarine depending on how they feel that day. Digitally image yourself from the built-in laptop camera. Lightpen in the changes, choices, and rearranges. Play with the paintbrush, pull down the options menu, morph, morph, and then zap into cyberspace with your sex for the day. Racing around the planet at light speed on the fiber optic superhighway.
Materialize in a Tokyo cyberclub. Or a Toronto cybercafe. Or a Toulouse cyberdive. Feel the adrenaline flow as you are touched through your data glove, kissed through your headset,
seduced on your screen. Weaned on virtual reality, our sex in everyday life will be a freeborn
choice, our genitals but a pleasant surprise. Energize. Vaporize. Genderize.
The Apartheid of Sex is a state religion, premised on the assumptions that we walk around with our genitals exposed, and that those genitals determine the kind of people we are, and the kind of thoughts we think. This is, of course, nonsense.
