Jun 7, 2004

i'm reading a book in which the man goes back in time so that he can have sex with himself.

it seemed an innocent enough tale of time travel. then it turned trashy. and let me just say that i'm strangely fascinated with it.

who writes this kind of garbage? who would publish something like that while their parents were still alive? or any relatives, really? you gotta have a little taste. of all the situations this main character could have gotten himself into- i mean, c'mon, he's time traveling, here- the author chooses to make him auto-homo-erotic.

this is not unique in time travel books, as the cheese reminded me. but it's still mildly disturbing. it still has me awake at night. if i could time travel, would i fool around with an older or younger jackie? i'd like to think not. but maybe time travel does that to you. it makes you attracted to yourself. it also, as michael j. fox has shown us, is a leading cause of parkinsons.

hello line. have i crossed you once more?

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