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Commentary, Essays, MagazineFebruary 15, 2014

Love, Liberty and Exploration: The New Century of Romance

This constant fervor (for some people, at least) has to do with social connections. Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, perhaps even e-dating profiles. We live in a world where a person can be in their bed but access almost anything in the world, and feel totally alone while doing it. This, I feel, is exactly why there are so many people who can’t help but set up all of their social media on their phone, and then check their feeds compulsively. Perhaps it is this very energy that forms intimate connections without the personal contact. The heart is bared not on one’s sleeve, but at the tips of one’s fingers. And so often, perhaps without the intent of doing so, our souls devour such contact, assimilating interaction with one or more digital individuals as an expected normality of daily life, sometimes to the point of causing stress or discomfort should any given day be an unexpectedly quiet one. This feeling, certainly for the inexperienced, is similar, at least subjectively, to the pang of missing a loved one or a close friend we’re used to interacting with regularly. As much as I imagine children undergoing such emotions in this example, the same could easily be said of an adult, no matter the age or romantic experience(s). It might not be a matter of text messages, it might be the lack of a phone call, or the unanswered Skype conference.

It’s a wonder children maintain normal sleeping patterns, less because of late hours, and more because they probably sleep within ten feet of their cellphones and other gadgets, if not falling asleep mid-textersation.
Despite its ubiquity, I still have trouble coming to terms with this sort of technological revelation as do many others, I imagine, and therein lies the axiomatic importance of this development. Like most relationships, so much relies on faith and not only in the other person, but the meaning in the technologically-mediated situation the two people place themselves in. What I mean is that the participating parties believe that the “e-lationship”, regardless of how casual or romantic (or neither) that they are maintaining, is real, and not an elaborate sham.

Such devotion, such hope, in my eyes can only be described as one of the pinnacles of faith, not of organized religion though perhaps something equally important and deep. It’s that sort of clichéd story you hear in a rom-com, or at the altar of a friend’s wedding, regardless of their religious beliefs, although digital trust, no matter how deep, is never quite as profound or tear-jerking. But as is the case with most real relationships — whether with a deity or another person — devotion may diminish as attention wavers to other aspects of life, leading to a serious, or perhaps series of deficiencies amongst the various other facets that constitute everyday life, which may be giving up or taking all the power in a relationship, making all the demands or none (as the case may be). Perhaps there is some mediation involved, but nevertheless an individual eventually finds themselves without a social life in the old fashioned “going out with people” sense of the phrase. A purely digital relationship can become a festishization of the idea of a person thrown atop a pedestal which one then hangs off of, like a monkey staring at the world’s largest banana. While this may lead to contentment for some people, so much time-consuming attention really ought to be left to the world of fantasy; stories that can be picked up or put down at a moment’s notice, instead of becoming a harmful force in one’s life, enforced by loneliness or shyness or an inability to socialize in the sort of large gatherings where one meets people.

Yet this recent phenomenon is totally acceptable, until there’s an intervention. It’s important to bear in mind that I don’t just refer to the vanilla “oh we’re totally not dirty people” (even if that may be true) sort of intimate relationships. I mean straight from the hardly touching one another to the “we probably need to sign a waiver for this stuff’’ sort of interplay. And I warn you, dear reader, this exists. I think some part of us accepts that a lot of people have some pretty strange kinks in their sex lives. But some take it to the extreme: there are people out there that want to be violated, albeit in a controlled environment. To elaborate, rape fantasies are a desire some people have, and be it through textual roleplay or through deliberate planning, some seek to physically facilitate it.

The plastic screens simply appear to make such exposition an easier task for many people, as though a weight has been lifted from their conscience, freeing them of worries that may otherwise cause them to crawl inside their internal shells.
At first, this might sound like an awful joke, but I am utterly serious. I shudder internally every time I hear of a rape fantasy, no matter how facilitating the internet is for such sorts of fantasies; maybe that’s what bothers me most about them… or perhaps not. Online or in the flesh, with a trusted partner or a total stranger, the oxymoronic nature of “consenting” to be raped is not lost on me. For all that social networking provides the illusion of connecting people, personal security is still an issue when you’re transitioning into an intimate (in one capacity or another) relationship with a Skype sweetheart. But continuing in line with my earlier comments about faith, I think it’s safe to say that such trust, be it contractual or otherwise, is its own pinnacle, though I believe these cases should be questioned severely.

Regardless of the scenarios people find themselves in though, there is an undeniable emotional bond growing between increasing numbers of people across our ever expanding digital networks. It’s not all about love, or even about friendship. Largely it is an individual’s desire to be accepted for who they are, and who they can be. The plastic screens simply appear to make such exposition an easier task for many people, as though a weight has been lifted from their conscience, freeing them of worries that may otherwise cause them to crawl inside their internal shells.

As much as many of us might want to think that distancing our social interactions through technology is a step backwards as far as social and personal development goes, I would have to argue that it cannot be a step backwards so much as to the side, at the very least. It’s not total freedom, and can do just as much harm as it can good, but the benefits are, for most, completely undeniable. If technology allows people to be more honest about themselves, I would say that’s the most emotionally liberating thing a person, especially perhaps, a younger person who feels heavier chains, can experience in this age. Bear this with the proverbial grain of salt. I’ve never been one to prescribe a single solution and this is certainly one of those cases. I would even go so far to say that, however useful it may be for some individuals, I hope that it never becomes the only way; I fear if it did we would lose touch with part of our humanity.

Aaron Grierson is Senior Articles Editor for the magazine.

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April 24, 2021

It has taken us some time and patience to come to this decision. TMS would not have seen the success that it did without our readers and the tireless team that ran the magazine for the better part of eight years.

But… all good things must come to an end, especially when we look at the ever-expanding art and literary landscape in Pakistan, the country of the magazine’s birth.

We are amazed and proud of what the next generation of creators are working with, the themes they are featuring, and their inclusivity in the diversity of voices they are publishing. When TMS began, this was the world we envisioned…

Though the magazine has closed and our submissions shuttered, this website will remain open for the foreseeable future as an archive of the great work we published and the astounding collection of diverse voices we were privileged to feature.

If, however, someone is interested in picking up the baton, please email Maryam Piracha, the editor, at [email protected].

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