Pictures are flashed, on profiles, when I'm out with friends, to show the sexy guy that's pursuing them. It's fun, initially. I laugh and participate in it too, while loathing my complicity in something I know we are all harmed by and baffled at our participation in a system that does not serve us.

When a friend said he was cheating with the popular app Words With Friends, I didn't think much of it. Who hasn't cheated at online Scrabble? Then he clarified, saying he was using the app to cheat on his longterm boyfriend.

The efforts of gay rights champions and gay men's love affair with technology have coalesced to alter our social lives. Look around in major "gayborhoods" and you're likely to see a much altered scene of people present, and a lot of male faces buried in the screens of their smartphones.

There is a growing band of gay males grumbling that Grindr, and apps like it, are turning men into robotic, soulless net cruisers who have lost all ability to communicate. Not everyone agrees.

Social dating apps are changing the way we find sex partners and fall in love. What are the implications of these handy little widgets, both on traditional dating options and the psyche of those addicted to social apps?