period-specific beefcake
the allure of a young captain kirk? confident. calm. occasionally shirtless. for starters, his inappropriate wrestling in "charlie x." a commanding presence. too commanding, maybe. definitely responsible for a few pre-sleep daydreams in my formative years. he's been beaming me up for thirty-plus now.
sometimes i'd picture him alone on the bridge. bathed in starlight, perched in that chair. shooting a look that conveys he not only controls the galaxy, but also me. he'd call me over, without words, just his eyes. and i would follow his orders. without hesitation. obedient to every unspoken demand.
the universe could collapse, and i'd still be there. caught between his breath and the comforting hum of retro-future machinery.