Yes, wars rage, the economy seems to be taking a nose dive, Iran gets crazier by the minute, food prices soar, and Amy Winehouse burns big holes in her lungs. But for all the negative news floating around the InterWeb these days, it does my soul good to see that people can still take time out from the oncoming apocalypse to write about having sex in space.
I love the idea of this senior staff writer calling NASA for interviews. I imagine Ed Harris, ala Apollo 13, in the midst of a tense crisis moment getting a call on the red phone from someone at space.com asking about intergalactic nookie.
Not that this is a surprise. I'm sure we've all thought about it. Hell, I'm thinking about it right now, and it isn't the first time either. But we guys think about that kind of thing. Men will think about having sex in a broom closet. With a broom.
Think of the possibilities! Seedy Space Motels or Space Brothels. Space porn! Will Uranus be the center of the intergalactic sex industry? Who knows! (Stop groaning, you knew that Uranus pun was coming the moment you read the title!)
The possiblities are as endless as my perverted imagination!
For me, the most disappointing part about the article was that it spent most of it's time asking questions like, 'Do people have sex in space?' and 'How long before us regular people (non-space nerds) can have sex in space?' and not enough time asking, 'How does that work exactly?' More specifically, I would like to know where the tears go, and if you can still feel shame in zero gravity.
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"Props also could come into play, including a shared elastic waistband or tethers to hold one partner to a stable structure."
Those astronauts are a kinky bunch.
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