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Love of Machinery

Posted on July 1, 2017 by Frank

I’m currently reading David Levy’s Love and Sex with Robots, a book that gets mentioned frequently in recent discussions about sexbots. The book spends a lot of time examining how and why we fall in love, and though I don’t … Continue reading →

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Machinery of Love

Posted on June 30, 2017 by Frank

Is it possible to love a machine? I don’t mean sexually or romantically – we’ll come back to that later. I have for many years (over sixteen) had a love affair of sorts with Apple computers. My first was a … Continue reading →

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An end to NaPoWriMo

Posted on April 30, 2017 by Frank

How better to end this month of whimsical sexbottery than with a haiku: men getting their ends away with sexbots!

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Making Judgements

Posted on April 29, 2017 by Frank

Warning: Offensive language and triggers aplenty. Apologies in advance. Female sexbots are hated – why? What about the men who own and use them? Which of the following statements do you agree with? The sexbot-as-machine is: A deceiver, an unfeeling … Continue reading →

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Magnificent

Posted on April 29, 2017 by Frank

My girlfriend disassembles I worship every part Without a doubt my favourite’s the ever-beating heart Her body is magnificent I love it – yes! – to bits But truly what I like the most Is battling her wits “The way … Continue reading →

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Pointless

Posted on April 28, 2017 by Frank

Two billion cells comprise my brain, with neurons in between Of all the robots ever built (by humans), I’m the queen My sensors are the very best, my actuators swift My calibration is precise, adjusting to the drift My body’s … Continue reading →

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Ever Since

Posted on April 27, 2017 by Frank

My master has a little book that tells me what to do From dawn to dusk my daily life is ordered through and through I feed the kids, I iron clothes, I disinfect the floors And these are just a … Continue reading →

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The only way we can

Posted on April 26, 2017 by Frank

My wife works in America, my husband in Japan We make love, once or twice a week, the only way we can Each has a sexbot, customised, identical to me And likewise I have bots of them, no difference can … Continue reading →

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What real man?

Posted on April 25, 2017 by Frank

Why get a real man, when I’ve got you? No real man would last the whole night through What real man would put my pleasure first? No real man could sate my endless thirst A real man would strip me … Continue reading →

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An end to virginity

Posted on April 24, 2017 by Frank

In business I’m a demigod I’ve millions to my name My television shows have brought celebrity and fame But underneath my great success I have a secret shame In the world of love and sex no conquests can I claim … Continue reading →

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