me @ myself: do i truly dislike this thing? or do i resent it because it reminds me of a person who wounded me in one way or another? will i ever get to a state where i can feel and express myself freely without the heavy feeling of dread weighing on my back left by people who probably don’t even remember me?
Since klingon sex is basically violent wrestling, I wonder if the klingons don’t have BDSM but like the opposite. Klingons gathering in secrecy in dark cellars to engage in sweet, gentle loving, to the scorn of fellow klingons.
“How can you do that?” the other klingons ask. “You don’t even draw blood? Not a single furniture breaking? It doesn’t seem… natural”.