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October 19, 2016 | celebrity | Lex Jurgen | 0 Comments
Playboy’s demise isn’t sad. No sadder than what happens to your girlfriend who straight-faced recommends you two step back from sex for a while to get to know each other as friends. Men are compartmentalized creatures. They have a single outlet for various needs. The day ESPN stops serving up up-to-the-minute sports news, that goes away too.
Playboy is touting their get of Bella Thorne for their November issue of the slumping periodical. Thorne appears in a red satin jacket with high waisted blue jeans, some kind of homage to the Little Foxes era of the late 70’s. Swell for a retro fashion magazine. While they can’t provide photos of the teen redhead even close to as provocative as she posts regularly on social media, they do get some very sensational quotes:
I’m not fed up with social media—I understand it—but people like to comment on how my image is too edgy, that *I’m* too edgy, and on how they wish I looked. It’s a lot of ‘do this, don’t do that.’ To them I say, fuck off. There’s this effort to try to shame a woman’s sexiness by pulling a cover over it, but I’m a woman who loves skin. I love skin on me, I love skin on girls, I love skin on guys. If you’re confident enough to show off your body, you should.
No filter. God damn. Put all those shamers trying to get you to stop showing off your tits on blast. You can see pictures of hot naked young women anywhere on the web. You go to Playboy for the randy young exhibitionists fully-dressed and speaking their mind on selfie confidence. Wave your diaper out the attic window if you’re still with us, Hef. Death only comes easy for those who didn’t encourage Cosby to cum in teen girls’ cochleae.
Photo credit: Playboy on Twitter