“Forgot my Santa Claus outfit. Alex and Miles didn’t mind.”
In my twenties I was trying to look for myself in people, in places, in things. It wasn’t until I got to my thirties that the true me emerged. And it’s not that I’m vile or inappropriate or too promiscuous or dark or whatever, it’s just that I’m me and I want to be happy. And I don’t need to get anybody’s approval or to carry any fucking guilt.
‘Scotty, any word on when the artificial gravity will be operational??’
The enterprise experiences some technical issues
This is for the peeps who requested another Trek picture. I really fancied attempting that really funky texture that the uniforms have.