ToughxCookies

By Melissa A. Fabello
Staff Writer

Once upon a time (as every good love story should start), I found myself enamored with a certain erotic art website.  It was 2002, a year after the launch of the soon-to-be franchise, and somehow, its galleries of brash, naked, tattooed ladies trickled its way down to me — thanks, no doubt, to the circle of friends with whom I hung out: goths, punks, artsy kids, and other cafeteria fringe all lumped into one alternagroup conglomerate in my oh-so-small suburban high school.  We didn’t separate skaters from ravers; we couldn’t afford to.  So we all hung out together.  And SuicideGirls was like a beacon of hope.

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