Mad Atoms

You know Body Worlds, right? It’s where you see real human bodies, preserved through Plastination—which is touted as a groundbreaking method for specimen preservation. But basically it’s just dead people with shrunken up skin and organs/tendons/blood vessels/internal etc. totally exposed. And it’s not that I’m into necrophilia (I prefer warm-bodied men with functioning skin). It’s just that while I was there, there was all this raw male athleticism. Guys posed cradling basketballs, jumping over hurtles, and heroically holding up torches. Sure it’s possible some of these “guys” were women, because barring hair and a preserved cock it’s kind of hard to tell. But I was looking at them in this new way, seeing things (lungs for instance) that one don’t normally get to see from the outside. It felt, intimate. Revealing. Men are NOT just about abs and butts and bods. I learned that from Body Worlds 3: The Story of the Heart. And it moved me. Sexually.

And then I saw them: two bodies posed together on this totally majestic horse, naked. Skelton style. Their muscles were straining, their faces hollow, but somehow, I swear to god I saw this real erotic connection. And that’s when it happened. My unexpected orgasm. Well. Truth be told I’m not a girl that can orgasm involuntarily—yet. So the actual orgasm arrived because I went into the ladies bathroom and proceeded to masturbate until satisfaction, but it was still a fucking surprise. 

 I’m a little embarrassed that this exhibit was so arousing, because I didn’t get this excited even when I went to the Los Angeles Sex Museum.

I guess sometimes you never know what’s going to get you off.