I was on a friend's page where she posted a period 1940's advert for inflatable pillows with semi-naked ladies hanging out on them. One could get the whole set for $25 bucks. Which in 2020 money would be close to $200. People will pay for their fantasies to be even vaguely made real. 'But why?

Desire orientation is complex. 
Think advanced particle physics on crack, and whisky as discussed by Nikola Tesla George Herriman,...he invented Krazy Kat, Simone de Beauvoir Einstein, and the annoyed ghost of Arthur Rimbaud. 
This in a 1926 Shanghai opium den on New Years Eve.  

You begin to see my point.

So much trouble for the illusive moments of sexual detonations.
I recall in my youth I was invited by a gentleman I met in  Queer café.
This to accompany him to his "pad". He actually called it that. 

Such were those times. 

Anyway we get there, and he at once takes out his,...

"...toys". 

Things at that time I had never set eyes upon. I shall draw a veil upon these items,...avert thine eyes.

To this day,...good grief.

I politely excused myself, and ran for my life. 
Seems I'm unusually conservatives in my holy desires.
The point is tho' how the hell did we get there. 

What happened to us to make what in nature is a rather straight forward,...so to speak arrangement. Into something that involves power tools varieties of latex small mammals light bulbs, and subscription to rather scary things on the dark web. 

Just asking.