Twink Explosion 2004

I’ve never been much for the twinks. Being so obscenely young myself it’d be almost redundant. Honestly, though — suddenly I’ve been staring down all these awkward skinny kids. It was freaking me out, too, cause I usually skew older. I thought maybe I’d crossed over the man/boy love divide.

But I was picking up birthday gifts for this one this afternoon and I realized that it’s just the yearly eruption, the fiery birth of the Class of 2004, all bright-eyed and bursting with dew. And the mall was packed. It’s enough to make you melt.

(There was even a sweet-assed jock on the bus reading a yearbook. A fucking yearbook! It was too much, really. I think I’m developing allergies.)

In that vein/vain, I offer you smutty pictures of self-exploiting youth in need of some extra cash. Happy graduation, perverts.

—Mike