Why are girls so hot?

From a historical perspective, cultures have been trying to reproduce as much as possible and spread the human race far across the globe.  Yet now, with overpopulation, we still seek to get it on with each other as much as possible.  And when we're not, we resort to simulated forms of stimulation as if we were reproducing.

Is it time that the human male stopped thinking about sex?  Wouldn't it leave more for social and scientific achievements if we weren't spending countless ours wanking to images of beauty?  Shouldn't we be able to have meaningful and intelligent conversations with females, without being distracted by their cute face and body?

If the production of testosterone were somehow controlled or limited, perhaps there would be less focus on sexual qualities and more focus on personality.  You could even talk to ugly women and not be turned off.  I just find it unfair to want to have meaningful conversation with someone, and yet in the back of my head a primal response says "damn it, you're hot!"

Look at some H-games, the plot and characters are generally thought out, sensitive, and somewhat realistic in their portrayal of female attitudes and personalities.  A female player could perhaps appreciate this characterization.  Then testosterone kicks in and the game resorts to hardcore sex.  Could there be better stories, works of art, movies, or other entertainment if we weren't so preoccupied with being horny and fapping constantly?

>>7

Explain masturbation; explain pornography; beastiality; homosexuality, etc.

Obviously, you're wrong.


>>5

I've considered castration once, wheter to get chemical or cut (even without your balls you'll still have testosterone, thus desire, but chemical needs weekly shots), thought about a carreer as a castrati and all that, but then realized that it would be a much greater vengeance against the world for all the HORRIBLE PAIN AND MISERY _THEY_ HAVE INFLICTED UPON ME to make my own Army of Babies -- seriously, why not? All the great world leaders (and Bush) had done it, so why not? I had a plan, I had my dick, I needed some pussy, easy when it quality isn't a must, it could work, goddamn it, it would work, what could go wrong --

Then I remembered about Child Support, and went back to giving myself enemas to relieve sexual frustration. Maybe I'll write a Great Big Book of Castration some day. Mmm.

Oh, and, huh, castration gives you bitch tits.

*goes back to eating live yogurt*