Yup.
Do you want to know the real problem with endless sex? Ultimately, it's just boring. I love to read, and always used to be particularly fond of romance novels. Well, for a period of 15+ years I got more interested in non-fiction on various subjects, but in the last year or so felt ready to just read good, human stories again for a while. So, I picked up some contemporary romance novels at the library, and I couldn't believe what I was reading. There was no character development whatsoever, no motivation, no reason for these people to care for one another at all (other than that they were rich and physically attractive, of course)-- but nevertheless, it was just sex, sex, sex. After 20 or 30 pages of that, I just put the book down because I simply didn't care what happened to the people-- they weren't people, they were card-board cut-outs of people. The average cartoon-strip character has a better developed human soul than these pathetic excuses for characters. I tried a couple more but they were the same-- boring.
As for the so-called contemporary literary fiction (the stuff we're SUPPOSED to like), well, the characters there do typically have developed human souls, but they're such ugly little souls. I find that I can't care about them either. Moreover, while trying to read one of these depressing tomes, I got the sneaking suspicion that the central characters would make absolutely no progress at all-- they wouldn't learning anything, they wouldn't experience any moral development at all. So, I cheated-- I skipped to the end, read the last parts, and sure enough, I was right. Hadn't learned a damn thing. So I gave up on that genre as well.
All that I find left of interest are some of the mystery/crime fiction, and the classics. I'm reading through Anthony Trollope's wonderful oeuvre now, interspersed with an occasional new work from a favorite mystery/crime writer. And, occasionally I'll re-read a favorite romance from 20 or more years ago.
Sometimes I think civilization is falling into a new Dark Ages, where life is nasty, brutish, and short. What is there of value in that to make life worth living?
You need to read some Leo Strauss. I think he was on to exactly your point. A society without absolute moral values that endlessly promotes the notion of individual liberties is left rudderless, without unifying social structures to keep it afloat. He theorised that America needed myths to believe in - whether they were absolutely true or not didn't matter. Step forward, the neocons!
Happy reading :)