No good sex scenes??

What's with this article.

I was comfy scrolling on Substack and needed to write this. This was followed by a Kink by Not Art. A Madame Bovary, I'm going to get put out; the west has this odd, oxymoronic way of for and against.

I know they have their place, including objectification and sexualisation. To the point of unpleasant saturation with Chuck Palahniuk's snuff. Or Lila's bitter short surprise.

Yet is there a conceptual middle? To leave the condescending lack-of-trust Ensmuttification (whatever that means) and the prudish Hays Code of respectability? 

Well, you can do plotless porn here, no worries. Aliterate audience will eat it up, reduce literature's serious slowness to consumable short beats then call it a day toll done. Nonliteral moments of satisfaction with the curators of those doing their thing.

No meaningful relationalism, just a mere exchange of physical attrative forces. Of overrated thirstrapping and a one-night-stands. Cohere only

Unless

It's to overlook and own up to the mass market mediocrity, then try to seek something hyper-specific. From Golden Boy to the novels that I mentioned.

Or don't own up to it, the barest duty. It's the internet. Cyberspace can feel like that. No taste or chance. Or commodity relations.

Whatever it is, we are still going to see sex sells, for better or for worse.