Every faith tradition produces at least one woman whose reputation eventually eclipses her biography.

Christianity, industrious as ever, has several.

But none has traveled farther—through pulpits, women’s conferences, Pinterest boards, private doubts, and tense marital conversations—than the Proverbs 31 woman.

She appears only once in Scripture.

Not in a narrative, not in a theological treatise, but in a poem—a Hebrew acrostic, the ancient equivalent of dedicating the alphabet to one person. A portrait of wisdom in full bloom: economic, moral, emotional, embodied.

And yet, by the time she arrives in couples therapy, she often looks nothing like the woman in the poem.

She arrives as a brand.
A mandate.
A lifestyle aspiration with a side of guilt.
A doctrinal mascot for exhausted women.
A nostalgic fantasy for certain men.

Which is impressive, given that she didn’t ask for any of it.

Fictosexuality refers to enduring romantic or sexual attraction to fictional characters. Not a fleeting crush. Not a “well, he is pretty cute for a cartoon lion.”

Not a temporary fever brought on by binge-reading too many fantasy novels at 2 a.m.

Fictosexuality is:

• persistent.
• meaningful.
• experienced as a legitimate orientation.
• emotionally loaded.
• psychologically coherent.
• and—for many people—central to their sense of identity.

Researchers studying sexual identity formation have long noted that desire can occur toward persons, archetypes, symbols, and imagined others (Berlant & Edelman, 2014). Fictosexuality is simply the contemporary form of this ancient phenomenon.

It is not pathology.
It is not delusion.
It is not failure.
It’s just the human imaginative capacity doing its usual overachieving thing.

Every era invents new language for longing.

Victorians had swooning.
Millennials had situationships.

Gen Z has turned desire into a full-time classification project—half anthropology, half fandom studies, half committee meeting.

And now, from the unruly compost pile of digital culture, we meet the newest micro-label: berrisexual.

A word so charmingly absurd it feels pre-approved for a tote bag.

But as always, behind the joke is something earnest: a very old human ache dressed in new pixels.

To understand berrisexuality, we must understand its lineage: fictosexuality, nijikon, parasocial attachment, and the centuries-long tradition of falling in love with beings who do not strictly exist.

As scholars of sexual identity construction note, desire often expands faster than language, which is why new terms emerge at cultural flashpoints, as explored in Barker’s analysis of sexual identity labels (Barker, 2016) and in Fahs’s work on naming practices and desire (Fahs, 2019).

So let’s begin—with affectionate bemusement for the human heart and its unfettered enthusiasms.

In corporate America, persuasion is treated as a kind of moral arithmetic: if you collect enough strong evidence, arrange it neatly, and speak clearly, the audience should—by some unwritten code of professional decency—agree with you.

This belief persists despite decades of meetings proving the opposite.

If persuasion were determined by argument strength, quarterly planning sessions would be triumphs of logic rather than long-form testimonials to human impatience.

A 2022 study in Frontiers in Psychology—from Roman Linne, Jannis Hildebrandt, Gerd Bohner, and Hans-Peter Erb—offers an explanation so unflattering it feels like a diagnosis: people don’t respond to your argument; they respond to the sequence in which you slip it past their nervous system.

Professionals polish arguments with jeweler-like fussiness.
They should instead be rearranging them with jeweler-like cunning.

There are quiet moments in modern life when you realize the technology has outrun the species.

Not by a little.
By miles.

It’s the moment you see someone talking lovingly to a phone screen.
Or when you realize your smartwatch understands your stress better than your spouse.
Or when you catch yourself feeling grateful for a notification.

But the real turning point arrived when people began forming attachments to folks they do not actually know — and their nervous systems failed to object.

The body, ever eager, simply said:
“Oh, attention! Oh, possibility! Oh, someone who might care!”
And from there, it was off to the races.

Welcome to the new sexual attachment system: parasocial intimacy — the kind that feels mutual, behaves reciprocal, and isn’t either.

This is not a glitch in human evolution.
It’s the predictable outcome of a world that monetizes attention and calls it connection.

There is a phrase that belongs in the Museum of Things Therapists No Longer Believe: Relax. It’s just porn.

That line worked when porn was a static product—when erotic content was one-directional, not designed to talk back, and incapable of forming a simulation of intimacy.

But OnlyFans is not porn.

OnlyFans is a relational technology—a system that simulates attachment, personal attention, erotic attunement, and emotional responsiveness. It is designed to feel like connection because connection is the product.

The research—still emerging, but powerful—confirms this.

Studies now argue that OnlyFans is not simply “NSFW content delivered via subscription” but a new ecosystem of digital intimacy, parasocial attachment, sexual learning, identity experimentation, and emotional labor (Hamilton et al., 2023; Lippmann et al., 2023; Tynan & Linehan, 2024).

And because it is relational, not merely sexual, its blast radius is relational as well: marriages, partners, children, and the emotional architecture of the household.

This is not moral panic.
This is a public health conversation, twenty minutes before the smoke alarm goes off.

There is a woman awake at 2:11 a.m., sitting on the edge of her bed, scrolling through r/relationship_advice.

Her partner hasn’t texted back.
Her body feels electric with dread.
She turns to strangers—strangers she will never meet—because she cannot bear the weight of her own fear in silence.

This is not weakness.
This is honesty.

Every night, millions of people open Reddit not because they enjoy chaos but because they need a place where their emotional truth is allowed to exist.

That alone makes Reddit one of the most remarkable emotional archives of our time.

Some cultures perfect bread. Some perfect calligraphy.

America, in its eternal improvisational brilliance, has perfected enmity.

We manufacture it, distribute it, and export it globally like it’s a subsidized crop. Enmity is our artisanal sourdough—fermented, shared, photographed, and wildly overvalued.

The digital age merely gave us the industrial kitchen.

But to understand why half the country seems permanently on the brink of a personalized holy war, we have to begin not with the internet, but with the small, neglected psychological fact that people so often behave as if their self-worth depends on having an enemy.

Enmity offers direction. It offers meaning.

And in a lonely culture, it offers a kind of counterfeit intimacy—the connection of shared antagonism.

This is Cultural Narcissism’s latest trick, and it’s a good one.

There are very few things left in society that can still produce genuine surprise.

Yet every few years, a major newspaper rediscovers—often with biblical awe—that women possess not only an inner life but a sexual one as well.

The latest entry in this recurring cycle is Lucy Denyer’s piece in The Telegraph, in which the revelation that a woman watches pornography is presented with the startled tone usually reserved for rare meteorological phenomena.

The entire article reads like someone has just stumbled upon a secret civilization.

Apparently, women have both desire and internet access. Who knew?

Everyone, of course. Except the Feed.

Every generation invents new words for sex—not because desire is changing, but because we’re finally honest enough to name the patterns we used to pretend were accidents.

The old categories weren’t built for actual humans. They were built for forms, surveys, and the kind of public conversations that depend on polite fictions.

The 2020s have no patience for polite fictions. And that’s how almondsexuality entered the room.

Almondsexual didn’t crawl out of academia or a think tank.

It was born in the digital commons—the LGBTQ+ corners of the internet where people do the real labor of naming their inner lives.

These communities have always been ahead of the curve, inventing vocabulary long before institutions realize their glossary is 40 years out of date.

If you want to understand what’s happening to American sexuality, don’t bother with marriage statistics or dating questionnaires.

Look at the “most viewed” section of Pornhub.

That’s where the erotic imagination of the country is being shaped, standardized, and exported in real time.

And according to a new long-range study in The Journal of Sex Research, what people are watching today looks markedly different from what they watched 25 years ago.

Visible physical aggression in mainstream pornography hasn’t crept upward; it has tripled.

Not because all of America suddenly became leather-friendly, but because online porn now runs on an economy of intensity rather than intimacy.

The dorm light flickers. A cracked phone leans against a coffee mug. She snaps another shot, widens her eyes, shrinks her chin, and waits for the algorithm to smile back.

A new study in Telematics and Informatics — by Yao Song, Qiyuan Zhou, Wenyi Li, and Yuqing Liu of Sichuan University and Hong Kong Polytechnic University — analyzed more than 13,000 pairs of edited selfies from Rednote, one of China’s most popular lifestyle apps.

The researchers wanted to quantify what beauty means when filtered through class.

They discovered that as regional income falls, faces grow softer. Eyes widen, noses shrink, jaws narrow, skin brightens. The lower the GDP, the younger the face looks.

We talk about beauty as personal expression, but Liu’s dataset reads more like economic confession.