If I were a young virgin confused son of liberal parents having grown up in a horsesh!t fed environment like a liberal mushroom, I’d be worried totally about my mixed inner feelings about the visage of this photo. I’d be thinking “Is this a female? Should I get a chubby? Why are my pants so tight right now? Wait, if this is a dude, am I a ‘gay’ now?” “Sh!t! This is all so difficult. Mom and mom never told me about all this! Damn their rug munching asses!” “Arggggggghhhhhh!” “Why do I still feel engorged by this picture?????”
You look at that picture, and in your mind’s eye you can smell the patchouli, weed, and unwashed crotch ...