An alternate version of this hypothetical posits not a clone, but a time traveler. You have gone back in time -- let's say to last week -- to warn your past self that you're about to get good and sexed by future you. Is this sexual encounter gay or masturbation? Contrary to what your first instincts may tell you, this is not the same as the clone scenario, and is 100-percent not gay. This is meta-masturbation. Masturbation involves pleasing oneself, while a gay encounter requires another member of the same sex. Past You is not another member of the same sex per se; it's the same member. It's you, pleasing yourself (assuming you don't do it wrong), and therefore crazy sci-fi masturbation!

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Or crazy sci-fi awkward small talk, once you see what you actually look like and gag uncontrollably.

The answer to this is clear. By presenting the options as opposites, we're acknowledging that you don't want anyone to know you porked your cousin. You find that objectionable, as it's the standard in our society to frown upon incest. However, the question also directly states that your cousin is hot, so if you agree to the parameters of the question, you acknowledge the hotness of said cousin and the awkwardness of society knowing it. Therefore, you would clearly be down for porking that cousin in secret. There is no internal guilt; you're just a little freaky. And hey, maybe they're just a cousin by marriage. That's barely a problem at all, right?

Besides, historical documentaries have shown us that it could be way, way worse.

Knowing the answer to the "would you rather" version of the question also makes the standard question a simple one. Of course you'd do your hot cousin! You'd do your cousin on the couch, you'd touch your cousin on the pouch, you'd ride your cousin down the hall, you'd boff them in a bathroom stall. Would you, could you, in your car? Pork them! Pork them! Here they are!

This version is actually scuzzier than Indecent Proposal, because in that film, it was just an offer of a million bucks to knock dem boots. Not a lot of coercion involved, beyond what personal greed can muster up. This version is much more manipulative, what with the sick child. Or it seems that way. To be fair, this millionaire is in no way obligated to pay for anything at all, so it's kind of nice that he's even offering. Though it's kind of monstrous that he would add "just so long as I get that sweet momma booty" onto the end of it. It's probably safe to assume this millionaire is a bit evil.

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"Here's three bucks. Get the little brat a Tylenol. Twenty more to come after butt stuff."

This is supposed to be an exercise in coercion, and whether it fits the requirements. But if you have no reasonable alternative means to save your child, this does qualify as pretty clear-cut coercion. And you probably should do it. I'm going to be honest; I wouldn't even need a gender reversal on this if we're talking a life-saving situation. I'll take one for the team, if that's what it takes. Sure, we'll have to work out the details ahead of time. I'd just as soon not be making out with this guy and brushing his hair over his ear, but if I need to pull up my socks for 20 minutes while he works out some aggression, and the end result is saving the life of someone I care for, then let's do this. It's clearly the right thing.

I read recently that the average sexual encounter lasts about six minutes. That's how long it takes a man to go from "ready for duty" to "job's done, I'm heading home." On average. So what we're saying is, would you rather experience six minutes of sex that will give you something like AIDS, or 600 minutes of sex that will just make you feel bad? And what is 600 minutes? 10 hours? Slightly less than half of one day of the rest of your life? Come on, man.

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"Welp, only 594 minutes to go. Maybe she won't pop any zits during foreplay next time."

Clearly, I'm voting for the ugly pork marathon on this one. Keep in mind that we assume this is safe sex, so you're guaranteed disease-free. You're able to become aroused somehow, so maybe this person has a good personality. Maybe they grow on you after a while. And if nothing else, you have 100 chances to maybe try something new that you can then use later on (because this only took ten hours of your damn life), when you have sex with other people you find more attractive who aren't going to murder you with booty diseases.

"Why not?" is kind of a shitty answer to any why question, but it packs a decent punch here. Why not? What's the worst that could happen? You have to sit on a cushion the next day? That seems a small price to pay.

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Besides, you can now afford only the finest cushions, made with endangered elephant hide and softened with white tiger tears.

Now, some of you may take that view as glib. You're sacrificing your morals for money! You're degrading yourself, debasing yourself! Ugh. Only if you believe you are, I would counter. You have to appreciate I'm also of a school that would argue in favor of the sex trade. If you can hire a maid to clean your house, a butler to butle your house, a cook to make you dinner, or a personal trainer to make you fit, then why not a sex worker to make you less horny? They are all literally the exact same thing -- a person using their own body and talents to provide you, a customer, with some service that you pay for. It's only a misguided sense of right and wrong that has ever let anyone believe sex work is somehow lesser work, and that's irrefutable.

Some people will be quick to point out the violence, drug abuse, disease, pimps, etc. in sex work, but that's ancillary at best and a red herring at worst. If you, tomorrow, charged someone $100 for a blowie and you're not diseased, being pimped, abusing drugs, or being trafficked or oppressed, is there any argument that could stand for why you shouldn't do what you did that isn't based entirely upon subjective morality? Fucks no! Ergo, you should totally go gay for a million bucks. That's the easiest money you'll ever make.

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And butlers are just as likely to murder you via poisoned escargot as sex workers are to gut you in your sleep.

And since we're discussing morality, at least tangentially, never forget that money is not the root of all evil. Even if you want to ascribe to that silly old notion, or the other ding-dong one about money not buying happiness (do you know how many things I could get for a million bucks that would make me immensely happy? Money can buy all kinds of happy feelings), they're terribly outdated and often misused.

For instance, it's actually "For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs." That is the real quote, or something much like it, and it's a warning not to let greed sway you from the path of righteousness. A one-time million-dollar backdoor jamboree does not qualify as succumbing to the root of all kinds of evil. It's called a sound investment, and I would argue it's the exact opposite of that quote. You're proving yourself financially savvy so that you can then avoid further temptation away from righteousness, since you have that money situation well and truly taken care of.

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