We live
in a world now where such things as lap dances have becom regarded as
a common, low brow, peasanty-footballer viewing pursuit, and
burlesque, although still an exotic pursuit, is something that can
safely be discussed on 7pm chat shows and other mass media.
Nudity
for pleasure on Earth is just sooooo over.
Other
frontiers are of course available. Despite the recent Spaceship 2
accident, the race for leisure trips into space goes on unabated.
Soon it won't just be the preserve of serious types with degrees in
aeronautics, “The Man in the Street” - as a Tory councillor type
patronised me the other day – will be up there too.
And
where there is leisure, there is pleasure.
Up
until now, as far as is known, being naked in space has been a purely
practical exercise for the purpose of showering in a pretty unromatic
bag of water droplets. To live permanently in space, one would think
there must be breeding in space and there have been rumours that on
one military shuttle missions, experiments into the practicalities of
weightless sex were carried out. Results unknown.
Newton's
third law will be a real headache for sex “up there”.
One
would think however that shameless exhibition would be a lot easier,
and I reckon it will happen a lot sooner that you think. I'm
surprised that no-one was hired a so called “vomit comet” for
adult movie production purposes, but I guarantee you that pretty
early on in the space tourism industry, one of the major adult
production houses will hire an entire flight of Virgin Galactic or
their equivalent, and even if “fluidic exchanges” may be banned
on grounds of risk of short circuit, stripping off should be no
problem for folk of any sex.
It will
be filmed, streamed, and sold. I give it seven years, tops, before it
happens.
Copyright Bloody Mulberry 01.04.15
