spring

lissen, it's spring, i've just seen saving face, i'm desperate for something sensual and mindbending and posthuman.

and then i remember a certain piece of fiction, jury duty, by the inestimable cory doctorow (of bOING-bOING fame) and charles stross.

He stumbles for the loo, struggling to keep the alien song inside his chest, lips clamped tightly shut. He has an enormous, painful, rock-hard erection and he thinks wildly of auto-erotic asphyxiators who blow their loads in ecstatic writhing as their oxygen-starved brains stage endorphin-fuelled fireworks displays on the backs of their eyelids. He is certain he is dying. He falls to his knees on the rubber tiles of the lav's floor and begins to retch and weep.

He feels a tentative hand caressing his shoulder and he turns his head. Through a haze of tears, he recognizes Bonnie, her eyes smoldering with barely controlled lust. "You're so fucking transhuman," s/he says, and clamps her mouth to his, ramming her tongue in almost to his gag reflex. She pins him to the yielding tiles and straddles him, grinding her/his crotch against his.

it's a wild, wild story.

thank god. it hit the spot that needed hitting.

it's also free. go read it, and enjoy the brain-melting, erotic, insane fabulousity of a future truly alien to our own.

mm, genders and sexes we've barely imagined. mm, future shock.