Feldman, Feldman, Feldman. What can I say?

You are so not boring me!

Scientist, Astronaut, and Nymphomaniac The Nine Lives of John Crichton, by Feldman

Look out, it’s NC-17. And not just NC-17. It’s fucking hot NC-17.

I didn’t know that hotness survived in Farscape land.

Whoa. God, I totally loved this! Like wallowing in a pool of jello cubes and whipped cream; an off-center self exploration of the opposite sex which, as anyone knows, is an idea crammed with potential humor and—sex.

In this story the funny just keeps getting funnier, and then it gets hot. I mean, "Good gawd!" hot. But, hey, I think we can all relate, and that’s what makes it so very good—well not the special circumstances part—but the hotness part. Guh. Even with the hotness, I gotta give most love to the clean dog smell and the big head thing. John is so adorable and so smart (we knew that) and Aeryn—my god—hot! I get the “Aeryn’s hot” thing, finally. Heh

Many thanks to the reccer who recc’d to me. Ye shall not be beheaded. Ooooo, and I see in the LJ of rubberneck - aka Feldman, so many more cool things to eat. Yum.

posted by Ally 5/22/2004 07:41:04 PM