The Sex Was Out of This World (ba-dum-dum-ching)

I wish I could tell you that I read this article, about how US and Russian astronauts have had sex in space for "research," and how only four positions were possible without "mechanical assistance" in the form of elastic belts and inflatable tunnels, and how the missionary position just isn't possible, so future space citizens will be getting fuh-reaky, with a furrowed brow and a completely mature and serious attitude and no giggling, because this is important research.

I wish I could tell you that. But I can't.

Also, the codename of the project was STS-XX, which just sounds dirty. Can you hear my Beavis-style laughing all the way through these internets?

Comments

[Miss Britt]

The story actually goes on to say:

"Two guinea pigs then tested them in real zero-gravity conditions. The results were videotaped but are considered so sensitive that even Nasa was only given a censored version."

I wish I knew if "guinea pigs" meant "humans who did the testing" - or actual guinea pigs. Because, I mean, in the winter I might get a little more round and little more furry - but surely my sex life is not quite to the level of guinea pigs. Yet.

[Maxine Dangerous]

I'm having visions of humping guinea pigs floating through the air in the space shuttle. Bown-chicka-bown-bown.

[TasterSpoon]

Much as it pains me to report this, my boyfriend did a little research and the info appears to be pretty suspect:

http://www.space.com/news/sex_in_space_000223.html