The irony that the Jehovas witness wanted to be blindfolded while blowing me is not lost on me but im not thinking about that as much as thinking of the versatility of the single red necktie I own. Im not taking that in as she takes me, all of me in. Im still thinking about Captain America. Thats how this whole inconveniance started.
I loved comic books in my teens. Especially the well written ones. And especially the well written ones with smart, metal bleeding females that could take out armies and bounce quarters off their ass.
As I got older, more independent and subsequently poorer I transferred this nostalgia and genuine love to the more digestible form of well made serial comic book films. Last summer wasnt just Infinity War, it was the cinema portrayal of my infinite war and peace with escapism. I had gotten a loud Captain America t shirt which proved two personal truths to me: I was no longer a pudgey geeky teenager but rather a reasonably attractive well kept vessel and as the Jehovas Witness that lives down and across the hall pointed out, too old for the shirt.