yet another one of these threads…
if you can make a perfect copy of yourself up to your most recent memories, would you? would it be masturbating? why would it not? would it make a difference to clone just your brain onto a different body with a gender of your choosing? for those whose answer is no, would you use a perfect-copy-star-trek-destroy&reassemble type of teleporter?
thank goodness we are nowhere near capable of doing any of this yet.
Thank goodness someone asked this again.
Basically as soon as any outside influence hits your clone it’s a different person. Since it’s a clone, it becomes a homosexual act. Since its just sex, I’m sure you’ll survive. Maybe.
What if you were telepathic? Like you were basically of the same mind? If you were somehow conscious of your clone?
I would see what it feels like. Since I’m not homosexual I’d probably like it if it were more like masturbation. But then again, why do it if its just masturbation?
I would. That would be if I could somehow make another Pepper that has the exact same experiences as I do. So there would essentially be another me that just popped out of me. I imagine the first initial seconds would be odd, with both of us wanting to make the same move, but after getting over that, it would be quite funky.
I’m not attracked to other men, but with myself, that would be different.
My goodness no. I don’t even like looking at myself in the mirror when I’m naked…
No, thanks. This is quite a bit different from the concept of switching with your SO or changing gender – you’re not getting the “sex from the other side” experience. And since I’m not attracted to members of my own sex, it just wouldn’t work out.
Besides, I know that I can’t keep a secret, and I wouldn’t want my clone running around telling everyone. 
O, give me a clone, of my own flesh and bone
with its Y chromosome changed to an X–
And when I’m alone, with this clone of my own
We will both think of nothing but sex. --Isaac Asimov
As for a perfect clone, wrong sexual orientation, and waiting around for him to reach adulthood would be a little creepy, too.
Of course, but if it’s a perfect clone but in the other gender. I think that a lot of people have thought of it before. Imagine. For you, she’ll know exactly what do you like, and for her, you’ll both have the perfect empthaty to handle her feminine needs to please her.
For those with the worry, like Khadaji (assuming you’re a male), let us take the imagination one step further: it would not be you with women’s clothes. It would be you as the woman you would have been at your age, since the day of birth. I hope your woman clone (or the opposite genre), you would have been caring of your body better than in your actual genre (did I type everything right?).
No.
Just no.
It would not be a pretty sight.
Imagine something so hidious that you would be compelled to dig your eyes out with a spoon and soak them in vinegar.
:eek:
Now picture it on a big screen TV. With surround sound.
Nasty topic. I’d far rather have sex with a female that didnt look like me. I mean, why not clone someone else, like Dannii Minogue, and have sex with that clone instead? It would be far more enjoyable. You could keep it under your bed and just bring it out when you feel a bit randy…
Just keep in mind the Minogue clone (or any other perfect clone) would have free will, too. So it wouldn’t be an “it”, but a “she”, and we’ll see if she wants to be kept under your bed. 
Hell no. I’m not even in my sexual fantasies. I’d want to do the opposite - I’d rather erase myself than make more of me.
You could make a clone of yourself that was of the opposite sex. Therefore you would know so much about each other by nature of sharing almost the exact same DNA. And correct me if I’m wrong because I’m PUI (Posting under the influence) and not so sure about genetics, but if you had sex with a female clone of yourself and got her pregnant, wouldn’t the offspring come out as either a clone of you or a clone of her?
Hell, yes.
Assuming that a perfect clone would be all fixed up the way I wnat to be, rather than the way I am.
Like having Leonardo da Vinci’s brain, & Leonardo de Caprio’s body, and Larry Tisch’s money, etc.
Hell, I’d marry a perfected clone like that!
Why bother? I’ve already had sex with myself far too often.
When I was quite young (the first years following puberty) and desperately lonely, I had this constant fantasy. There’s this reverse-gender clone machine with two booths. You sit in one and pull the lever. Out of the other one comes you, replicated, but of the opposite sex. Then you never need to be forlorn without a lover evermore. She would immediately understand me from the inside out, so I would not need to suffer any halting, bashful, futile attempts to justify my existence to her. We would easily meld our souls and bodies in instant sympathy and love.
Of course, I know biologically the whole point of sexual reproduction is to combine different genes for variety. To mate with the identical genes would sort of defeat the purpose of being sexual in the first place. But such fantasies, understandably, spring forth unbidden for the lonely youngster to whom girls are such mysterious, remote, unattainable beings of awe.
So, for the sake of this fantasy, let’s state that perfect clones of the opposite sex have to be perfectly sterile.
Good god! If I had the ability to make a perfect human clone, I wouldn’t waste it on myself!! I’d clone off some gorgeous DoperBabe or co-worker or old flame or non-shallow celebrity or whoever, to finally find the Woman Of My Dreams!
Well, on second thought, there’s the whole ‘cloned pseudo-body for spare parts’ thing, but that’s a different Great Debate.
Again?? And what if your Woman Of My Dreams is looking for *her * Man Of Her Dreams, too?