There is absolutely no part of me that watches a movie and says "OH YEAH GIVE IT TO HER BEN AFFLECK GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS! THIS IS THE GRITTY DOWN TO EARTH REALISM I WAS HOPING FOR!", nor do I really care that much about intimacy beyond what might be briefly insinuated or given less emphasis than a full on fuck scene - I am really not that curious and don't ascribe "fun" to being the third person like some cuck in the corner in some drawn out shoehorned sex act. Most of the time my family is in the room, trying to ignore the awkwardness of it while waiting for the scene to be over but not wanting to make it more awkward by saying anything.
Most of the time I am left wondering who the hell it was for.
I can't account for or comprehend the kind of dicknose who runs this past his hamsterwheel saying to himself - "phew! I'm glad they affirmed the healthy intimacy of these two characters!". It's just beyond me and this kike is at the edge of his fucking seat "YES BUT WHEN DO THEY HAVE SEX?!".
"SEX SELLS BRO!" So did powdered wigs. I haven't cared about celebrity tits since I was in the fifth grade. There is nothing in it for me that a google search doesn't provide in spades.
My favorite important sex scene in film was in Twelve Years a Slave. It established the nature of chattel slavery and the relationship between two random slaves. I was drawn into the true reality of the Antebellum South by watching the fucking slaves fucking. It was an essential part of the film, and fun to watch! I'm also quite sure it was faithful to Chiwetel Ejiofor's original autobiography even though I haven't read that because reading is for nerds.
There is absolutely no part of me that watches a movie and says "OH YEAH GIVE IT TO HER BEN AFFLECK GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS! THIS IS THE GRITTY DOWN TO EARTH REALISM I WAS HOPING FOR!", nor do I really care that much about intimacy beyond what might be briefly insinuated or given less emphasis than a full on fuck scene - I am really not that curious and don't ascribe "fun" to being the third person like some cuck in the corner in some drawn out shoehorned sex act. Most of the time my family is in the room, trying to ignore the awkwardness of it while waiting for the scene to be over but not wanting to make it more awkward by saying anything.
Most of the time I am left wondering who the hell it was for.
I can't account for or comprehend the kind of dicknose who runs this past his hamsterwheel saying to himself - "phew! I'm glad they affirmed the healthy intimacy of these two characters!". It's just beyond me and this kike is at the edge of his fucking seat "YES BUT WHEN DO THEY HAVE SEX?!".
"SEX SELLS BRO!" So did powdered wigs. I haven't cared about celebrity tits since I was in the fifth grade. There is nothing in it for me that a google search doesn't provide in spades.
My favorite important sex scene in film was in Twelve Years a Slave. It established the nature of chattel slavery and the relationship between two random slaves. I was drawn into the true reality of the Antebellum South by watching the fucking slaves fucking. It was an essential part of the film, and fun to watch! I'm also quite sure it was faithful to Chiwetel Ejiofor's original autobiography even though I haven't read that because reading is for nerds.
now sometimes, w-well sometime... sometimes you get a PECULIAH buck~. Just downright peculiah!