>Starting with the twelve-year-olds—one team in black spandex that looks like cheesecake leotards—there is, I’m afraid, a frank sexuality that begins to get uncomfortable. You can already see some of the sixteen-year-olds out under the basketball hoop doing little warm-up twirls and splits, and they’re disturbing enough to make me wish there was a copy of the state’s criminal statutes handy and prominent.
What on Earth did he mean by this?
We all know DFW was a creep. Just reading his Wikipedia page can tell you that.
The guck is a cheesecake leotard?
Cheesecake; softcore porn
Leotards; back in the 80s and 90s, when leotards were considered sexy
shave the cunt so its nice and spikey then strangle it with stretchy fabric so it bursts out the sides
clearly a jew job
care to explain?
I tried googling and every article is unbearably obsessed with coparing white sexual offenders with non white ones so I don't think I can trust them
based
Life gets boring after a while. Eventually even pedophilia gets boring.
>He gets a glimpse of Margherita and her daughter, but there is a
density of orgy-goers around them that keeps him at a distance. He knows he's vulnerable, more than he should be, to pretty little girls, so he reckons it's just as well, because that Bianca's a knockout, all right: 11 or 12, dark and lovely, wearing a red chiffon gown, silk stockings and high-heeled slippers, her hair swept up elaborate and flawless and interwoven with a string of pearls to show pendant earrings of crystal twinkling from her tiny lobes . . . help, help. Why do these things have to keep coming down on him? He can see the obit now in Time magazine—Died, Rocketman, pushing 30, in the Zone, of lust.
I'm sensing a pattern here.
