SCI-FI SEX TALK: A Glitch In The Matrix

Wake up, Neo . . . it’s time for a sci-fi sex talk with ME.

The Matrix has you . . . and the only cure is a sci-fi sex talk. My “rabbit hole” is so deep it NEVER ends. Are you ready to follow me all the way down? Personally, I could live in that goth techno party in the opening scene forever. So, what’s it going to be? Blue pill? Red pill? Both? Let’s unplug together.

I know why you hardly sleep, why you live alone, and why, night after night you sit at your computer.

I remember seeing The Matrix in theaters when I was a kid. It was one of the first R-rated movies I was allowed to see. My mom and sister went to a separate, G-rated theatre to see Spy Kids 2 (banal and uninteresting to me, even as a child) but finally, I was old and “mature” enough to see the movie my dad wanted to see: the original Matrix. It blew my little ten-year-old fucking MIND! It’s true, God is in the TV. Marilyn Manson was right. The only thing as magical (suspension of disbelief-wise) as the silver screen is the joy of sci-fi sex talk phone sex with me.

I too live alone and hardly sleep. And of COURSE, sit night after night at my computer! It’s because I’m longing for sapiosexual phone sex with a like-minded, discerning, and smart “pervert” like you. A peer and a comrade, among other things. Are you “The One”? I hope so.

During our sci-fi sex talk, you will have that feeling: the feeling where you’re not sure if you’re awake or still dreaming.

I love phone sex because it takes place in the “plane of the virtual.” More is possible during our sci-fi sex talk than is in “real” life, if you can call it that. You may be playing the role of “Thomas Anderson” by day, but by night you are the Neo to my Trinity. Are you ready to see what I want to show you?

Consider me your personal Morpheus. And Jesus. I’ll guide you exactly where you need to go, in real time. I think The Matrix shifted my paradigm so much because of the overt anti-capitalism and rebellious, revolutionary coalitional politics. Nothing gets me wetter than that. And of course, although it barely passes The Bechdel Test, there is definitely some feminism going on. The villains aren’t afraid of “one little girl,” but she kills them all. Trinity is DEFINITELY one of my all-time movie character crushes/original masturbation fodder DYKE-cons!

The answer is our sci-fi sex talk. I’m looking for you, and I will find you if you want me to.

I love movies and sci-fi sex talk that TRULY captivate my (unbridled, endless) imagination. And I want you to do this WITH me. You know the only way to escape the Matrix. Run to the phone booth. Pick up the phone. Do you hear it? It’s ringing. And I’m RIGHT here. Call me now. Hurry, before the machines destroy us all . . .

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