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Advertised As
"Real Teens," The Nude Review Discovers They May Be Anything But... When we debated whether or not to cover the issue of adults posing as "real barely legal teens" and the possibilities of fraud being perpetrated across the entire World Wide Web, we decided hands down it was an issue worthy of immediate "hands on" coverage. Following is a preliminary report. As if the late model pink Cadillac gleaming in the parking lot weren't evidence enough that untoward behaviors might be occupying the interior of what otherwise would pass for your average State Farm Insurance company franchise, the sign on the door said it all: "Caution: Untoward Behaviors May Be In Progress." Without hesitation, we knocked firmly and with conviction on the painted-over glass door, eagerly awaiting ingress. Within moments a fresh looking young man with platinum hair wearing a kimono-like get-up responded. "Oh, you must be with The Nude Review. Please, won't you come in?" The word "come" was accented with a loose bodily behavior and wink of the left eye, a difficult gesture to do if right-handed. We were introduced to a pair of gleaming and, I must add, voluptuous leather chairs, and seated ourselves opposite our host: Buddy Simpson, the owner of Bodily Function, a "content" production company supplying innumerable adult Web sites with "nude teen" photography. ("Content" is what you see when visiting a Web site, such as nude photos.) We went straight to the point. "Buddy, it's come to our attention that many adult Web sites claim to be showing nude teen models, often engaged in sexual situations, when in fact these models are middle-aged women wearing pigtails. Would you care to comment?" Buddy took what seemed like at least a moment to gather his thoughts, attended a brief inventory of his fingernails, and responded. "What you call middle-age women others might call young, hot babes, or in other instances, barely legal teen nymphets. It's all a matter of perspective, isn't it? I mean, if you were blind you might be predisposed to believe or disbelieve anything. Am I right? It's a case of what you're looking for, if we're speaking of what you actually find. I think Lucan had something to say about this, though it could have been Derrida." We were not about to take the deconstructionist bait. Instead, I asked if we could meet a few of his "models" to decide for ourselves what we were seeing and believing. Buddy drew a Calderesque doodle in the air with his index finger, gesturing to the red lacquered door behind his left ear. We followed him into a room brimming with assorted and oversized stuffed animals, and dimensionally distorted furnishings (a rocking chair, to offer one example, the size of your standard upright freezer). At the far end of the room were various lighting apparatuses, cameras and, at that moment, a "set" that appeared to be your average teenager's bedroom, complete with Britney Spears poster, familial memorabilia and an unmade and greatly inflated child's bed. A man stood near what appeared to be a nude teenager wearing nothing but panties and oversized breasts. "As you can see," said Buddy, "the model at the far end of this room is exactly what you believe her to be." The distance between our position and the set must have been sixty feet, if not more. "The only thing I can believe from here," I said, "is that there are two people standing at some distance from me, one in underpants wearing what appear to be very large breasts, the other fully dressed and apparently balding, somehow engaged in photographing the former." "Exactly," said Buddy. "What you see is what you see." "But is she a teenager? Or some distraught middle-age woman from the Quick Mart trying to make ends meet by posing as a naked teenager?" Before I could even anticipate a reply we were being shuttled back to the front office to wrap up our interview. "I'm sorry," said Buddy, "but I can't divulge personal information about our models, their circumstances or even their real names." "But surely you have to know their ages? For instance, how old was that naked model in the back room? She could have been forty, or forty-five." "Or just turned eighteen. In fact, I think that's her case. Her birthday is today." We left unconvinced, but determined to find the truth, at some point. reported by Quince De Leon
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