No, I'm with Jason - there's always something about Sal that's both sexy and shame-inducing. To steal from Mrs. Federline, he's somehow - even in Slutty Hotness Mode, as here - not a boy, not yet a man. I think it's the exact period in which he lived, halfway between 50s Closet Style and Stonewall.
mmmm...why do I feel guilty feeling this way?
ReplyDeleteMight be the whole "dead" thing.
ReplyDeleteBut, as dear Donna Lethal mused over on her blog a few days ago, imaginary dead boyfriends really are the most convenient kind to have.
No, I'm with Jason - there's always something about Sal that's both sexy and shame-inducing. To steal from Mrs. Federline, he's somehow - even in Slutty Hotness Mode, as here - not a boy, not yet a man. I think it's the exact period in which he lived, halfway between 50s Closet Style and Stonewall.
ReplyDeleteOh my.
ReplyDeleteAll he needs is a time, a moment that is mine.
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