If you’re not cruising for ass online, what are you even doing there?
Whether it’s a high schooler DMing their crush or a 30-something millennial who came of age in steamy AOL chatrooms (and is currently also DMing their crush), we’ve been emboldened by the internet to explore — and voice — our sexuality like never before.
When you’re a public figure, this can backfire: to be “horny on main,” openly thirsting via some official social media account, is considered a gaffe for politicians, celebrities and journalists, especially in cases where the horndog refuses to own their evident lust. But for everyone else, a healthy dose of carnal content is practically required. Horniness is our lingua franca.
Me to my parents: no I don't wanna talk about that it's private
Me to hundreds of people online: ok everybody I'm still horny and slightly suicidal
— cupcakkes corncob (@CupcakkeCorncob) July 18, 2018
https://twitter.com/MilesKlee/status/907838055578521601
While folks who get fucked on the reg have nonetheless shown themselves willing to express their horniest selves in a digital setting, no one is as purely horny as the person enduring a hookup drought.
Each passing hour sharpens their desire, and all that time spent alone (plus a smartphone) invites Twitter jokes about this plight. We begin to confuse our yearning for physical connection with our need for any connection at all, so it makes perfect sense that commiseration on this topic drives a lot of engagement.
The recent “days without sex” meme is a perfect model of that concept in action.
Day 68 without sex: my hole closed up just like Toys R Us
— Nickk (@NickDominates) July 19, 2018
day 489 without sex: the demon i see in the corner of my room when i have sleep paralysis lookin kinda cute now ngl
— ѕαм ◡̈ (@sxmmie) July 7, 2018
Day 1738 without sex: threw the blue shell in Mario Kart while I was already in first place to remember what it’s like to get hit from behind
— jawn (@john_silcox) July 17, 2018
Day 384609 without sex: interrupted a conversation just so I could insert myself into something
— Drew Lynch (@TheDrewLynch) July 18, 2018
There is something both performative and competitive to these one-liners, a striving toward rock bottom. The gag is both a moment of radical transparency — a kind inherited from the first-generation blogger scene — and a blatant parody of that impulse to overshare.
We aren’t to believe that any of this actually transpired, nor even that the authors aren’t enjoying steady sex; instead we reflect on the strangeness that can swamp a mind deprived of collaborative orgasms. As hellish as it can feel when you’ve nobody to knock boots with, the thing to do is laugh, because failing to see the funny side of chastity leads to much darker places.
In involuntarily celibate or “incel” communities, men also share their sexual frustrations, but they channel these into resentful anger and calls for violence. Tellingly, they don’t talk (let alone joke) about aspiring to bedroom bliss with an attractive partner, only their rage at perceived rejections. Playful, positive and imaginative horniness takes a backseat to rote misogynist theory.
Horniness is the only thing that truly crosses the aisle pic.twitter.com/GKND1MSim2
— Patrick Monahan (@pattymo) July 19, 2018
what’s it called when your stomach is horny for food?
— montel chilliams (@queenbabar5) July 19, 2018
It’s not that pangs of horny sentiment are always welcome; they can be painful, which is all the more reason to vent in honest and humorously graphic ways.
The American climate being what it is, it can seem as if we all live on an emotive spectrum that ranges from “scared/mad/depressed” to “ready for the bone zone.” You might say the two conditions are mutually reinforcing, with naked intimacy one temporary solution to despair and horniness a neural pathway out of malaise to simple pleasure. In practice, then, our misery jockeys with the imperative to get laid, often to absurd effect.
https://twitter.com/internetcassie/status/1019768798319013889
There may be no method to reconcile this in our heads, but I do know this: Being horny online will help.
I don’t mean stalking, creeping or generally hitting on everyone with a hot profile pic; I’m saying that when you confess your cravings, unburden yourself of private fantasies and tweet “fuck me daddy” at the pope or Tony the Tiger, you add to the debauched sum of all human horniness. Your horny spirit mingles and cross-pollinates in this filthy, heavenly sphere, and no matter how long it’s been since you had last sex, you are not alone. There is no point in remaining a wallflower at this orgy. Make yourself at home.