Chasing the Rainbow

Trekkie Sex has been feeling the inter-heat as of late, having received various requests from exes and/or ex hand-job recipients to not be "explicitly identified" on the site by both first and last name and/or photo ID. Okay, fair enough, but how is that fun? Who wouldn't want their name googleable beside the word "handjob"?

My ex h8 mail has got me thinking a lot about "anonymity" and "privacy" and and all that sortof bullshit, something I probably should think more about as I get ready to start my non fiction MA thing. How much is too much info? Are there actually lines I shouldn't cross? And where does one draw these proverbial lines (particularly when it comes to HJs)?

In other news, I leave in 3 days for Albuquerque to do a story about teens at the Rainbow Family Gathering. For those of you who aren't taking peyote on the regular, the Gathering is a get together of roughly 30 thousand hippy freaks in the middle of New Mexico. Sound sick to you? Add shirtless whale-watchers, Dead Heads, finding god, and a dick-load of Hare Krishnas and you've got yourself a cure for the "I'm going to die alone" blues. Here's hoping I make out!

Happy Pride!

Sulu Does Prom

I covered the Kitchener Queer Teen Prom a few nights ago with my BFF, Kitra. It was a blast, especially when Sulu came into the picture. And when I felt like a ginormous perv all night for scoping out underage adolescent queers.

I spent my entire high school prom pining after some asshole friend of mine who was totally and blissfully uninterested in me and then getting drunk in a hotel and probably weeping (which is, more or less, the story of my adult life).

How did U spend prom?

Comic of the Day

Thanks to Val "tits" Lippman for the sick comic link. In other news life is amazing and its not just the SSRIs talking. I get paid to jerk off and watch Star Trek and I can't believe it thank you JESUS

Sad Eating

Sad eating is not the sexiest nor the most James Dean of vices but next to Dempsey and Trek its probably my number one. Let's take a cue from Dr. Phil and "get real" for a moment on how fucking awesome it would be to own your own replicator. Like, seriously, any kind of food whenever you want, at whatever temperature and constancy, in a mater or milliseconds? And guaranteed to make to be healthy because of "technology." Dream heaven. Seriously, what fatty kid has not pictured this coming together for them?

Some fav replicator scenes:

- Troi eating that sundae so seductively, cant remember the eppy but it gave me a total hard on

- "Tea. Earl Grey. Hot."

- Klingon stuff

Things I would use my own replicator for:

- Ice cream sundaes that dont make me fat

- Romulan ale

- Yorkshire pudding

- Evil

In conclusion, I devote this binge eating session of chocolate chip ice cream with extra chocolate sauce to you, the readers of Trekkie Sex, for without your inter-ears I would be indulging alone. 

Sigh.

TOS: Only Jokes for a few Eps?

I've neglected my blog all week, mainly because I've been on set for 13 hours a day working as an extra (sleeping under a cafeteria table on a pile of newspapers for 10.50/hr). I wish I could blog about the experience because it's totally geeky and funny & comic related & I even touched a famous person's butt but I can't because they google our names and if we breach confidentiality then we're fucked.

Anyway, I've had a lot of time to kill, and killed some of it Treking out. I've always maintained this facade that TNG & TOS are the only pure forms of Trekertainment, but I think it's only because I don't watch much TOS. Serious, that shit gets boring quick! I mean it's HILARIOUS and AMAZING but after a few eps it goes south and is nothing compared to TNG. Reasons:

1. One can only LOL at how budget the set is so many times
2. No interpersonal relationships between crew
3. Sortof start to hate Shatner after a few hours
To be fair I was starting at the earlier sodes ("Dagger of the Mind", "The Corbomite Maneuver" etc ) and I dont mean to H8 on Trek on a Trek blog, but whatever Im grumpy and horny and I can do whatever I want.

In other news, Best Blog on the Internet Next to Mine Award goes to my roommate for her Outer-Spaces Blog about conspiracy theories, Cults and New Age Shit. Definitely A+ material. Check it out.