Playboy...

I can't sustain this amount of posting, is that a sigh of relief I detect? Sooner or later you'll get your second wind, probably later, maybe on your death bed. I've heard Ena Sharples broke wind right before she passed away. I'm in a jerking boat, trying to read a note, somebody wrote, about dignity. WHEN you love boys, dignity goes out the window, even if it was the last to leave. I love the concept of a boy, the youth and the vitality and the indestructible illusion of boys, and wrap that up in a page out of Playboy, and a strange alchemy bestows on a base boy the electric sexuality of a whore in Playboy, and that's where something glisters and it is gold. I rest my case. I Take my case to the powers that be, and they reject it outright, we are talking about little children, Stick nappies on a 10 year old boy and We'd mistake him for a new born baby, wouldn't you? Oh, come off it, you wouldn't get arse like that on a newborn baby!