God I hope this is true.
i dropped my monster space condom for my magnum astro dong
this is why cis men should be barred from doing anything important
Back to my longstanding assertion that the “extra large” condom industry is the pinnacle of marketing genius.
Boys, girls, boys AND girls, loincloths, arrows, Eva Green, sex, death, and human happiness. Read more
I certainly watched the first season of Veronica Mars back in whenever-it-was; I don’t think I ever watched the second (or the third). I don’t “get it.” I watched the movie over the weekend too, and was mostly delighted that - per the flick’s Kickstarted imprimatur - I didn’t have to go to a movie theatre to do it. It day-and-dated on the iTunes store, which for a movie based on a TV show that disappeared into the cracks in the middle of the digital decade, seems about right. Maybe Veronica Mars is a big-screen cinematic triumph, but I’ll never know.Read more
“Who she is changes when the next man comes into the room. And I find myself hoping the next man won’t come in.”
Space whore! The Next Generation! The oldest profession comes to Star Trek c/o a deeply skeevy premise wherein an alien empath naturally, willingly turns herself into the perfect woman for whatever male she happens to be in front of. And she happens to be in front of Captain Picard.Read more
I love being in the position where I can cup her little ass tightly; holding on and using it to thrust deeper. There’s just something so hot about knowing her tiny ass is exposed and so close, ready to be touched by my finger.
Original image courtesy of ‘mysextagram.tumblr.com’.
Hey, while we’re here, why not
Still the hottest.
Another one from the slush pile, Time After Time falls into the “always wanted to watch it” category, not the “recommended by psychiatric professionals” bin. It’s Nicholas Meyer’s first feature film as a writer and a director, so it was always part of the conversation around his credentials to direct Star Trek II; and besides, I find that whole notion fascinating, and always have: that you could direct one or two loosely-connected other projects and be handed a major franchise picture. (A major franchise picture in dire need of bailing out, in Wrath of Khan's case, but whatever.) As premises go, Time After Time's is so goddamned loopy, I find it legitimately adorable. Jack the Ripper steals H.G. Wells' time machine and travels to 1979, and Wells follows. Remake. Remake. Remake.Read more