In Space, No One Can Hear Your Screaming Orgasm

Even as an avowed skeptic, there are a few things in life I have not questioned: the sky is blue, water is wet, Donald Trump will never be the Republican nominee for President, and astronauts have had sex in space.

For years and years and years, I’ve assumed astronauts have had sex in space. Of course they have! It’s probably one of the first things they did, as soon as they heard the word “Liftoff!” and right after they switched the jet propulsion rockets to autopilot, or whatever. (Please don’t leave a message explaining space travel to me in the comments, it will just make my head hurt, and this blog is about sex, a topic about which I’m just marginally more informed.)

Granted, the astronauts may have only had that solo sort of sex, you know, the kind where you fantasize that James Franco is your boyfriend, and that probably got interrupted by another astronaut banging on the toilet compartment door, asking, “What are you doing in there for so long? You’re supposed to be on a space walk!”

I remained convinced that the astronauts (or the cosmonauts, or whoever) had sex in space until I watched the documentary A Year in Space Wednesday night, which chronicles American astronaut Scott Kelly’s year-long mission aboard the International Space Station. The film is streaming online at PBS.org through April 2, so if you missed the original broadcast, you can still catch it there.

 

If you watch the documentary, which I recommend that you do, because it’s fascinating, and beautiful, and quite literally marvelous, the first thing you might notice is that the members of the crew on the International Space Station never have a good hair day. Their hair stands up and away from their scalp all the time, as though they’re forever receiving the most horrible scare of their life, or a constant electric shock.

Needless to say, it’s not a flattering look.

As we’ve all known at least as far back as Farrah Fawcett, a good hairstyle improves your chances of getting laid. And as I’ve known ever since I received a very unfortunate The Rachel back in the ’90s, a bad haircut dooms you to at least six weeks alone with only fantasies of James Franco (or whoever) to keep you warm.

I’m thinking this hair thing is the reason why Scott Kelly shaves his head bald, a style I’d recommend for the entire crew, even the women, if they want to have sex.

As it turns out, they may not even want to, as hard difficult as some of my readers may find that to believe. There’s this thing called “space sickness” which is a kind of constant nausea caused by a disruption to the vestibular system due to weightlessness. Fortunately, the nausea only lasts for a few days, and the human body eventually (and amazingly!) adapts to the environment.

I’m figuring around day three or thereabout, the astronauts stop throwing up and their thoughts return to sex.

Once you get beyond the dizziness and nausea, you still might face other difficulties in joining the 278 Kilometers High Club. Microgravity allows our internal fluids to flow from the lower half of our bodies, where on Earth they tend to settle, and where our sexy parts are situated, into the upper half of our bodies. If you watch A Year in Space you’ll notice how puffy and bloated everyone’s face is, as though they’re all retaining way too much water during a particularly difficult menstrual cycle.

So even if the desire to have sex is there, the ability to have sex may be gone. And I’m not just talking about boners here–blood flow is integral to the sexual experience of women, as well, and it makes a lot of good stuff happen down there for us.

If you research this topic further (I know you’re probably Googling already), you’ll find the answer to whether human beings have had sex in space is unclear. At least, no one is saying whether they have or not. If I were a betting woman, I’d gamble on the fact that they have conducted experiments involving human sexuality. I mean, they’ve studied the effects of the gravity on maintenance of muscle mass in zebrafish and I want to believe someone up there is at least having a bit of fun.

 

 

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19 thoughts on “In Space, No One Can Hear Your Screaming Orgasm

  1. Allie P. says:

    Aagh, darn you and your rules. I so want to drop some nerd facts. Fighting the urge… Fighting it… Okay sticking to sex and writing… You bring up some very good points about blood flow in zero-g, which ruins I don’t know how many Scifi sex scenes I’ve read. Those writers make zero-g out to be so liberating, but now I am thinking it is likely unpractical and painful.

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    • Karen says:

      I don’t have any rules! Please drop the nerd facts!

      And what sexy science fiction novels are you reading? I must be reading the wrong ones, because I can’t recall any memorable sex scenes.

      Yeah, I didn’t want to get too graphic in the post (that’s a first for me!), but imagine it would be not terrible pleasant, even once you get past the nausea and dizziness. I can’t believe that desire is at the top of anyone’s list, but who knows? I once ate snails just so I would have a story to tell . . .

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      • Allie P. says:

        No no no. The risk of unfollowing due to knowledge about next gen launching technologies is to great. I will resist.

        Peter Hamilton has this great series called the reality disfunction which has an awesome plot about possessed people in the future, but he’s rather fond of giving his heroes sexy time.

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    • Karen says:

      When I watched A Year in Space, I found out that they really work A LOT: they have to maintain the space station, as well as conduct all those experiments and give endless interviews to media. I have to wonder if they would ever have time, let alone the energy, for sex, so that may throw a wrench into the works, as well.

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    • Karen says:

      Adding it to my (ever expanding) reading list.

      I have to believe that who would be “on top” wouldn’t be an issue, or even a consideration. I want to know who’s going to be the unlucky partner who winds up pressed up against the wall/floor/ceiling with all those switches and gauges and knobs pressing into them, because that’s the only position that might work, I think (and I’ve thought quite a bit about it, obviously!)

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