Captain Kirk beamed me up into his.. pants. Well so I hoped. Once when I was 14 I had a dream I was on the bridge of the Enterprise and Spock was there. I was feverish at the time. Thinking really really intensely about Kirk and Spock before falling asleep failed to replicate this wonderful dream.
Back in the old days being a Trekkie was being in a secret underground club. There was no soothing internet full of fellow fans who were WRONG but still loved your true love. You had to nurse your love by yourself, in front of the tv with some extra stimulation via James Blish.
The first erotica I ever read was K/S fanzines on mimeographed style paper.
I feel.. imprinted.