03 April 2009
Recently I was trawling some pirated DVDs (a normal occurence here, sorry copyright fans). The Moslem lady manning the stall could sense my non-preference for her displayed items and asked me "You want indie film?". Surprised by her question, I asked if yes, I could see some. She left a moment and came back with an armful of local and international soft gay porn.
Does she even know what an independent film really is? I'm not sure. Now I wonder if "indie films" has gotten to be some kind of secret code for gay porn.
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