I realize that associating child pornography and molestation with queerness is a connection more often pursued by people trying to deflect attention from the pedophiles they've been sheltering with tens of millions of dollars of God's money (I'm talking about Pope Joey the Rat, here) and by such hate groups disguised as lovefests like the American Fundamentalists - uh...Family Association and the Concerned Bigots - uh...Women of America, but if you're a Big Queer reader that has somehow managed to remain a Justin Berry virgin, I'm here to pop your Berry cherry.

Not because I think gay people are all child molesters like the aforementioned freaky, deaky bigots; I, for one, find twinks to be about as consumable as their namesake - those disgusting chemically conjured psuedo-sponge cakes that inspire hate crimes against queer political leaders. By which I mean, I don't dig the young and am, in fact, mystified that people do. Rather, I think all lesbian, gay, and trans folk should pay attention to the media coverage of Mr. Berry's transformation from pedophile victim to media darling because most of it centers around age-old American sex panic.