“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
“It’s Obachan! My grandmother!
We arrive at the notorious “mind rape” episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation. Credit where it’s due, at least Next Gen was willing to do an episode about rape, which (in 1991) was still relatively rare – although, in a post-The Accused Hollywood, various television dramas were becoming more willing to address the issue. It doesn’t change the fact that in constructing and executing a tactical allegory for rape in Star Trek’s science fiction setting – namely, memory rape, by a race of telepaths – the whole thing still comes off feeling halfway between Creepy Old Uncle (i.e. skeezy) and Very Special Blossom (i.e., trite). This is one of the few episodes of Next Gen where the best word I could use to describe it is “gross.”Read more
In which I worry about The Wolf of Wall Street, Jordan Belfort, Leonardo DiCaprio, alpha males, toxic masculinity, tits and pussy, Quaalude paralysis, the economic crisis, and Martin Scorsese’s sudden fascination with sex. Read more
In lieu of a blog post today, here’s my letter to Sex Criminals #3, on the subject of “porn in the forest” stories.
By the way - if you’re not reading Sex Criminals, you’re wrong.
Next week on “boys and penises,” more stuff about boys - and their penises.