THE MOS TOWN DISASTER OF SOCIO SEXUALITY.
In 1932 an experimental cognitive desex, Mos Town, ('mind over sex' town) population 69,was set up by Dr. Ferdinand Push.
Selected socio sexual 'loosely affiliated' partners were subjects chosen to have their physical sexual desires segregated into 'mindset deviationary path.'
The Government at that time was greatly concerned about projected birth figures, considered to be unsustainable in lieu of the future. IE: pusher jam on major freeways when oil became scarce.
Dr. Push was a shove ahead of his time in mindset. His plan was simple. The total abstinence of physical contact to be replaced by ever lusting mind control. Within six months the subjects, with the help of intensive therapy, hypnotism: replacement of sex movies with Presidential speeches-combined to null thought. No children were conceived. Anyone who tried were placed in isolation. Force fed weather pattern visual until 'readjustment protocol' kicked in.
The subjects were by no means enslaved. They were given free brain reign to mingle their thoughts on love. Their brains were encouraged to copulate freely when and with whomever they liked, or thought they loved. The premise being that it was a form of birth control that was relatively inexpensive to maintain and implement with a minimum cuss and fuss.
Dressing provocatively was frowned upon and the subjects cared less as the region was cold. Brown full length ant-weather coats the norm. Thermal love headgear. Ear warmers. Hairy cognitive earrings.
You may think at this juncture, (that was covered, plus the male genitals for there was no copulationary need) that this program of restraint was absurd. If i could take a leaf out of today's sexual fantasy book, how many males or females today glance surreptitiously, however briefly at each other as they go about their daily business? That of surreptitiously glancing at each other giving each other mental 'embrace' of the tone, "wow! what a hunk, or honey, would love to accompany her or him in a percussion band with fiddle!" Don't even think about protesting because you know you have...it's part of life. Some do part but most savvy partners fix the offending 'glancer stray' by their side with a look that would kill...and most certainly can in a heartbeat. I personally believe true love has invisible chains, as long as they don't start to rattle or rust then everything should be apples. Before i return to this true story, some, not all, of both sexes, for some reason, and not just physical attraction-just simply by their cognitive manipulation,however innocuous and innocent- somehow turns one on. Maybe it's the invisible unknown love trench grey area multiplied that one could fall into which indeed can cause ladders in stockings of lust. Sorry, i have to keep remembering you're Americans...and Americans wear anti-sexual blinkers. Yeah right. Go home rigidly on time, Time rigidity to a tea...or after? Always embrace and tell your partner that without them life wouldn't be worth living.Only some find a note saying "life's worth living without you and i just want to be friends...as i'm friendlier with the plumber whom i've just ran off with...your tea's in the oven and if you're out, more to the point,in, with that mole at the office the note will burn and the house with it.
On with this story. Sorry,i got hooked on the mole in the office...don't you! Or at the very least ensure the house is insured against "where there's poke there's smire." Sorry...where there's smoke there's a burnt offering and a red hot plumber's wrench." You have been warned! I'm going to have to shorten the ending because i believe if the marriage or relationship is built on pure and simple lust then it's a sad day. But then you're going to say, "yep! but the day before and after was something else!" I'm just guessing but as i have no relative figures but the figures i've seen of American women would make a man knockoff work, scratch the mole off his face and go straight to where it's all hot and wet...that's assuming the fire brigade is on standby ready for sparks and trickling.
Anyway. What happened to the experiment was this. A cognitive lab set up to study the mental love started making a terrible noise. The doc threw open the door. He had just returned from holidays when he was summoned by Ruth Mole (a coincidence?) to come quick...no pun intended and i'm sure none taken. The doc covered his ears to diminish the wail of 50 shades of grey newly born baby brains. Further investigation revealed that although not in contact physically, the torrid lust between partners' brains somehow caused a 'flash over' of cognitive load. Don't ask me how that was possible because i'm a layman. The Government closed down the experiment, reason being that having little brains running round was just as bad as having kids running round. Although granted brains don't take up as much space. Ask any politician.
I must let yews all go...does anybody smell smoke? Perhaps yews should take note. As far as i'm concerned although we're all different in many ways if you can make your partner happy and contented then you must be suited to a T. Not a burnt one.You married for a reason...pluck out the reason a bit more. Bit of give and cake. The kids being the icing. So before any marital candles get blown out remember, you can have your cake and eat it too. Just takes a bit of effort for you two to give a little. Give her some flowers and chocolates with a warm note,"without you and my GPS i would be lost. For what i'm not and haven't done i'll try harder. No need to call out the plumber i'll fix your leak ASAPSS. That's As Soon As Possible...sometime soon!"
Have a great big one. Cheers.