Future Love Sex
Next to R and me stood an awkward girl dressed in sweater sleeves. I am not quite sure what else to call a sweater that is missing everything south of the chest. It was stripped. Her mother looked like a church marm, but danced more than all of us combined. In front of us, three more girls screamed in unison, “We love you”, into the vast hollow of the Tacoma Dome.
When Justin simulated sex on stage, I just cringed a bit for all the teenage girls there with their mothers.
The show had everything I thought it might: smooth dance moves, power ballads, and teenagers in a frenzy.
I’m drinking my morning Joe out of my new FutureSexLove Coffee Mug. That kid J.T. is just getting richer.