Just an aside: It’s funny to read this and have an old post from someone who’s also (by their own admission) pretty autistic come to mind, where they were so taken by Inglorious Basterds that they actively refused sexy times because it was critical the other party watch this movie.
Weird that Inglorious Basterds is one of the few movies I’ve had “sexy times” while watching. Getting a BJ while watching Hitler getting machine gunned gave me a greater appreciation for the movie.
Just an aside: It’s funny to read this and have an old post from someone who’s also (by their own admission) pretty autistic come to mind, where they were so taken by Inglorious Basterds that they actively refused sexy times because it was critical the other party watch this movie.
Viva la difference! Both positions are valid.
Weird that Inglorious Basterds is one of the few movies I’ve had “sexy times” while watching. Getting a BJ while watching Hitler getting machine gunned gave me a greater appreciation for the movie.
I can think of few finer things in life.