Human sexuality can present itself in an almost infinite variety of ways, but outside the occasional David Cronenberg movie, most people don't think of car crashes as particularly sexy. But one fifty-year-old scientific paper just might change your mind forever.
Any theories on why science-fiction theater tends to be so lame? Does the naturalism of the stage thwart suspension of disbelief? In any case, a good one, called The Assember Dilator, seems to've just finished brewing in the East Village.