Monster Love

Back in high school, Bohemigrant I and II used to slack around the halls of E.R. Murrow High School sharing the dubiously rewarding pastime of razzing on the "visibly disfigured." Included were albinos, spazzes, and, yes, the handicapped. As a result of deep-seated sexual frustration and the green-eyed envy monster, we begrudged these fellas their pity play. We are not proud of this, but there you have it. The name we gave these then-nauseating hallway dry-hump and makeout sessions? Monster Love. Apparently the famously open-minded citizenry of the Netherlands is not ripe for Monster Love. One day, we may yet change a few minds and open a few hearts...