Alternate Universe Lifestyle
Aug. 5th, 2013 02:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalonI harbor a sexual perversion so outlandish and abhorrent that even the most jaded deviant cannot help but have their midget slave splash a drink in my face at its mention. For make no mistake, I am not your average freak. Rubber? Leather? Whips? Cuffs? Tops? Bottoms? Tongue polished high heels and safe words that would make a German sex worker blush? No thank you, I already did my time in the Torquemada Burlesque and all that led to was just enough photographic evidence spread across the Internet to ensure I never run for office. Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against anyone playing Master & Servant, especially if they're the DJ at a club I should happen to be dancing at. But my burden requires a beast of a different back to deliver satisfaction. A beast both terrible and hungry.
So let me just say it right here and right now: I am a Parallel-Sexual and I will no longer be ashamed of my Alternate Universe Lifestyle.
Now for my more unenlightened readers allow me to clear a few common misconceptions they may be laboring under.
For one thing I don't want to simply fuck a clone of myself. Okay, First of all that would make me a Geminus-Sexual and second that would be totally gross for both parties involved. I mean, come on, I know about all the weird shit he's got going on up in his head and plus he's too much of a cuddler for my tastes.
Nor am I some chrono-sexual, looking to make it with a younger or older version of myself. Those people make me sick. I mean here are folks lucky enough to have the chance to stop the Kennedy assassination or have one of the Hitler one's work. But noooo, these tachyon pervs are too busy getting busy with their teenage selves to care about rewriting a better space-time continuum for the rest of us. Selfish bastards.
What I want is a night of gallant romance and naked savagery with Jacquelyn Babalon of Earth 156. She who by the fluttering of what unknown butterfly wing ended up a racecar driver and a connoisseur of varying systems of hand to hand combat. I want to hear Jenny Jerusalem of Earth 93 whisper my name onboard an airship hovering over a city of glass and sand. I want to float into zero gravity embrace with 'Babs' Babalon of Earth 243 where the Roman Empire never fell and mankind is free to love amongst the stars. I want to make a quick visit to a back shed universe where Jimmy Jerusalem of Earth 72 dreams of being stripped roughly from his priestly robes by a randy traveler of dimensions.
In fact you could say I just want to explore the possibilities. In all their different colors, sizes, weights and cybernetic implants. In all their divergent timelines and possible evolutionary shifts, in the world where battles lost were won and arbitrary decisions shifted the course of empires.
And in knowing them I will know briefly their mistakes, their courage, their insight, their acts of cowardice and sacrifice that makes them anyone but the man I am. In knowing them I will see where I went wrong as well as where I went right. I will see what differences geography, religion, race, sex, the Kaiser's victory in World War One and whether or not I was an anthropomorphic dinosaur made in the grand scheme of things.
Maybe I would learn to appreciate what I had more. Maybe I would regret not making the decisions that led to their happiness. But most of all, by fucking them, maybe, just maybe, I can learn to stop fucking myself over.
So let me just say it right here and right now: I am a Parallel-Sexual and I will no longer be ashamed of my Alternate Universe Lifestyle.
Now for my more unenlightened readers allow me to clear a few common misconceptions they may be laboring under.
For one thing I don't want to simply fuck a clone of myself. Okay, First of all that would make me a Geminus-Sexual and second that would be totally gross for both parties involved. I mean, come on, I know about all the weird shit he's got going on up in his head and plus he's too much of a cuddler for my tastes.
Nor am I some chrono-sexual, looking to make it with a younger or older version of myself. Those people make me sick. I mean here are folks lucky enough to have the chance to stop the Kennedy assassination or have one of the Hitler one's work. But noooo, these tachyon pervs are too busy getting busy with their teenage selves to care about rewriting a better space-time continuum for the rest of us. Selfish bastards.
What I want is a night of gallant romance and naked savagery with Jacquelyn Babalon of Earth 156. She who by the fluttering of what unknown butterfly wing ended up a racecar driver and a connoisseur of varying systems of hand to hand combat. I want to hear Jenny Jerusalem of Earth 93 whisper my name onboard an airship hovering over a city of glass and sand. I want to float into zero gravity embrace with 'Babs' Babalon of Earth 243 where the Roman Empire never fell and mankind is free to love amongst the stars. I want to make a quick visit to a back shed universe where Jimmy Jerusalem of Earth 72 dreams of being stripped roughly from his priestly robes by a randy traveler of dimensions.
In fact you could say I just want to explore the possibilities. In all their different colors, sizes, weights and cybernetic implants. In all their divergent timelines and possible evolutionary shifts, in the world where battles lost were won and arbitrary decisions shifted the course of empires.
And in knowing them I will know briefly their mistakes, their courage, their insight, their acts of cowardice and sacrifice that makes them anyone but the man I am. In knowing them I will see where I went wrong as well as where I went right. I will see what differences geography, religion, race, sex, the Kaiser's victory in World War One and whether or not I was an anthropomorphic dinosaur made in the grand scheme of things.
Maybe I would learn to appreciate what I had more. Maybe I would regret not making the decisions that led to their happiness. But most of all, by fucking them, maybe, just maybe, I can learn to stop fucking myself over.