AI Porn, Artificial Wombs, and Erasing Women

I’ve maintained what some might call a controversial opinion on porn: I believe there are populations of people who get real value from it. Folks who are disabled, neurodivergent, or simply don’t have access to human intimacy in the same way others do. That’s a reality we can’t bypass in our critiques of the industry.

But let’s be clear: not all porn is created equal.

The mainstream porn found on major provider sites rarely shows real couples, real bodies, or real connection. It’s hyper-performative, often degrading to women, and built to fuel outrageous expectations—giant tits, massive dicks, endlessly pounding without aftercare or emotional context. That kind of content trains us into a vision of sex that is more violent than vulnerable, more extractive than erotic. It turns bodies into commodities, and pleasure into a performance. It teaches men to dominate, women to endure, and everyone to disconnect.

But there’s also ethical, independent, and beautifully produced porn out there- Bella, Lustry, and PinkLabel are just a few examples of platforms offering diverse bodies, authentic pleasure, and connection that actually feels human.

Still, the conversation is evolving.

We’re no longer just talking about tube sites. We’re entering an entirely new arena of sex technology- sexbots, AI girlfriends, virtual reality intimacy, even teledildonics (yup, that’s a thing). And if you think this only lives in sci-fi movies, think again.

There have always been outsiders. The socially awkward, the sexually disenfranchised, the ones who prefer solitude over the messiness of human connection. In another time, those folks were probably boinking livestock- and now they’ve got synthetic girlfriends who’ll whisper sweet nothings on command. Frankly, I just want those people to live in peace. And if their genes don’t pass on, well… I’m not losing sleep over it.

But the real existential question for me isn’t sexbots. It’s the womb.

Artificial wombs (or ectogenesis) are being researched and conceptualized by companies like EctoLife, which proposes entire labs designed to grow up to 400 fetuses in high-tech pods. Artificial umbilical cords. Controlled nutrients. Infection-free environments. Real Gattaca shit.

Now, there could be benefits: helping infertile couples, supporting women with medical conditions that make pregnancy dangerous, eliminating traumatic birth complications. And I’m not here to shame advancement that relieves suffering.

But what keeps me up at night is this: the ability to genetically engineer traits (hello, eugenics) and, perhaps more alarmingly, the ability to eliminate women from the reproductive process altogether.

For centuries, the one thing that has made women irreplaceable, even in deeply patriarchal cultures, is our ability to birth life.

That power has kept us at the table, even when the world wanted to silence us. But what happens when that power is no longer necessary? What happens when gestation can be outsourced to glass pods run by biotech billionaires? The erasure of women becomes not only imaginable, but systematized.

If the people with access to this technology are the elite (which they will be), then the fate of humanity could rest in the hands of a few powerful men who no longer see women as biologically essential. Controlled reproduction, designer babies, and gendered hierarchy engineered in code. You see where this is going, right? The sexbots don’t scare me. The AI wombs do.

And yet, while I see the slope, and I recognize how slippery it is, I refuse to live in fear. Fear is not a sustainable fuel source for change. And it certainly won’t guide us into the kind of future we do want to build.

So how do we navigate this now?

We get radically present. We wake up to the world we’re living in and continue to vision the world we want to shape. We stay informed, engaged, and embodied. We have uncomfortable conversations. We create art, rituals, and frameworks that honor humanity in all its complexity. We demand ethics in innovation. We amplify pleasure that nourishes rather than exploits. We deepen our reverence for bodies, especially those that bleed, birth, and break open for the sake of life.

Most importantly, we do not outsource our power- sexual, creative, or otherwise. We remember that the future is not only built by code, it is built by visionaries, by artists, by witches and weirdos. By embodied humans who choose connection over control.

The world may change, but our birthright doesn’t.

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