Hot Klingon Love :8 Days to Dragon*Con

WWKD- What Would Kirk Do?

Sometimes I forget that this great series of tubes known as the internets was originally built to serve two purposes.

First and foremost, it allows for what I would call 'the democratization of porn', providing an almost socialist wet dream for the masses to opiate themselves into a post-orgasmic stupor with. By 'masses' of course, I mean myself, as well as anyone else I happen to know with a modicum of internet access: Free Eroticism For The Poor!

Second, as we've all long suspected, it was actually designed to act as an international communication network for the Star Trek enthusiast. This transglobal networking system allows the 'Trekkie' to engage in the finer nuances of the great 'Picard versus Kirk' debate, the purchasing of obscure Star Trek kitsch as well as providing a detailed data base of arcane and often contradictory knowledge on a imaginary future existence, one where mankind has somehow managed to survive the Bush administration and began exploring outer space in earnest.

Ah but what happens when the internet lets the geeks get their Trekkie Chocolate in Porns Peanut butter? A strange, nasty and delightfully promiscuous alchemical love child filled with sordid 'slash-fiction' homoeroticism, Borg Porn, Orion Slave Girl fantasies and a little something we call the 'Hot Klingon Love!'

This represents, for me at least, a delightful marriage of 'our' utopian instincts and our dionysian passions. To one day live out there among the star as explorers of new worlds, sailors of the galactic seas, cosmic diplomats and interplanetary adventurers... all while collectively 'tapping the ass' of new life and new civilizations.

Boldly coming where no one has gone before.


Gratuitous Starfleet Cadet on Cadet Action

My Angels Shadow Falls Over Me

And My Angel Never Dances Alone

Even a hundred miles to the west, I can feel my angels shadow fall over me, the parting of her wings to receive the humble supplication of this devotion. The way her words sail like ships across the sea of her breath and wash over my trembling flesh. She whispers my name and I kiss the fire that lingers on her lips. She sighs my name and I lick the flames from the secret of her revelations. She screams my name with the poetry of a storm and I answer with the music of crashing waves. She cries my name and the sweet ache of it's echo reduces me to a sudden and wonderful death.

She holds me.

She smiles.

She can't see me but somehow looks into my eyes and tells me that she loves me.

The shadow of her wings fall across me, like nights quiet promise to the sleeping Earth.

Repost: "How To Screw Some Evangelist Maggots Right In The Wallet"

Much thanks to Warren Ellis for spreading the word

http://www.warrenellis.com/?p=3007

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