This is not the sort of thing I normally admit, be gentle with me doctor…
It’s a bit like the “Little Things That Turn Me On” thread but far more embarrassing. I discovered at a young age that things changing shape had a very peculiar effect on me. I certainly remember being probably the only kid in biology that was watching a butterfly emerge from a cocoon with a massive boner (me, not the butterfly, that would be weird…). It is, unfortunately, a condition that has proven very embarrassing over the years…

My parents thought that the reason why I hid behind the sofa when David Banner lost his temper was because I was scared of the Hulk. I really wish it had been fear that kept me leaping behind furniture once he got the funky eyes going…

Years later, I am grateful for the full box of popcorn that I could secure over my lap during my trip to see Willow at the cinema… (you are not alone!)

I had such a Pavlovian reaction to American Werewolf in London that I have to sit down for a bit when I hear ‘Bad Moon Rising’ by Creedence…

Don’t even talk to me about The Thing…

Of course, the real sucker punch came when I was at a friend’s house for a film. I had the then girlfriend sat on the floor between my legs. She became rather uncomfortable come the film’s conclusion. The film in question?

Society.


Am I weird?
(Mr Evian, Wed 8 Feb 2006, 13:14, Reply)