It is apparently quite well known in French gay intellectual cirlcles that Proust frequented Paris' underground child brothels.
>>24891884Will Proust be in the Epstein files?
That means there has been a century of gay gossiping. Gay gossiping tradition.
>>24891884>Turning a corner, I heard the gabble of children's voices. I saw a narrow courtyard with perhaps a dozen little boys between the ages of six and twelve. They quickly surrounded me, begging for sweets, cigarettes, coins. I handed out a few pennies and then they were tugging and pushing me into the courtyard towards a flight of stairs leading down into a cellar. Curious, I allowed myself to be carried along to see what they had to show me.>The cellar was dark. A few rays of dying twilight came through a small window high up on one wall. One of the little boys lit a candle and the others flitted around me in its flickering light. They danced awkwardly, but there was no mistaking the lewdness of their movements. I realized I had stumbled into one of the famous child-brothels of Paris.>Outside of Paris itself, around the world, two kinds of men are familiar with what goes on in these child-brothels. One type is the social scientist like myself. The other is the degenerate hipped on nymphettios, the man drawn only to girls who have not yet reached puberty, the Lolito-lover to whom Paris is truly the Mecca of his perverse desire.>These boy-children, orphans and waifs, are banded together by some enterprising adult who gives them shelter and food in exchange for the pennies they accumulate peddling their offbeat sex wares. Voracious and aggressive, once they lure a man into their quarters, they turn into a pack of frenzied little animals. They've been known to kill a man for the coins in his pocket and there are tales of their having practiced cannibalism upon their victims.>Now, remembering these stories and realizing that I was in the center of a circle formed by the lascivious little boy-beasts, I turned towards the door by which I'd entered. It had been closed and bolted and three little girls stood firmly in front of it with bits of broken glass clutched like daggers in their hands. I swung around again and found the circle of children tightening around me.Sourced from Proust's diaries. Pretty eye opening stuff (pun intended).
>>24892154>One type is the social scientist like myself.Was Proust the first Researcher™?
