Scream-Singing The Praises Of The Black Canary Figurine

Collin writes of the latest luck of "B-list DC superheroine", the Black Canary, to get have three high end action figures released at once -- and it amuses me.

Barbie collectors recently got a high-end Black Canary figure for about $40, but the figure caused something of an uproar because of Canary's black-leather-and-fishnets attire. While the comic costume is meant to evoke something of a burlesque crimefighting kind of thing, overzealous parents decried Black Canary Barbie as a prostitute, or a participant in that most unholy of all personal practices, bondage. Never mind that most people should be aware by now that many Barbies are intended for adult collectors and are sold as such - someone just needed an excuse to be outraged.

I don't know why Barbie collectors act so damn weird about this stuff when there's not a kid in the world who collects Babs and Co. All the 'fashion dolls' are for adults, of various levels of perversity and orientations, and they have the adult price tags to prove it.

Collin continues:

Tonner's female figures are absolutely the company's strength but my love of females definitely provides a bias. Man, do I love females. While I loved Tonner's Batman, he's a very pretty man. The delicate, angelic doll look that Tonner employs fits so much easier with the female figures, which are radiant and idealized - very true to the idea behind much comic art. Apparently, superpowers make you really, really hot - unless you're being written by Grant Morrison. That guy's messed up.

I love a grown man who not only admits to playing with dolls (and action figures are dolls), but loves the erotic nature of the babes too. (OK, he doesn't quite use any erotic terms, but do I have to fill in all the dots for you?) Here's a passage wherein the collector hints at his lust more specifically:

Correct me if I'm wrong, ladies, but there must be something pretty awesome about modern fishnet technology, because I'm seeing it used everywhere, and more effectively than ever. Even DC Direct's 6" Black Canary action figure had these great fabric fishnets fixed around her legs - which is always so much more aesthetic than sculpted-on fishnets, which often end up looking like scarring from some kind of horrible waffle iron accident instead of high fashion. Canary has great fishnet stockings, and under them is a thin layer of flesh-colored fabric that covers the leg as a second stocking, and completely hides the knee joins, creating a seamless leg very effectively. And the perfect little boots? They zipper down the back. I almost wish I had some kind of weird shoe fetish, because the engineering of these is really impressive.

"Almost wish" you had a shoe fetish? Sounds like you're already there, Collin.

Personally, I'm intrigued with the metal stand holding her crotch. Now that looks like a great BDSM toy; part chastity belt, with access for forced orgasms.

I don't know a thing about the Black Canary, but I'm told that her secret weapon is a screaming head -- pretty sure that stand's got something to do with it.

On The Giantess Fantasy

Dr. Jane Vargas, aka The Panty Mistress, on the subject of giantess fantasies:

The bottom line of all these themes is the intimidating / overwhelming / frightening nature of women's sexuality for some men. Fear often ignites a sexual response. (I remember being reprimanded at work when I was 25 and nearly having an orgasm as I listened to my superior dress me down.)

And women are the ultimate scary creation because they're so unassuming. Yes, they look soft and speak with a lilt. They nurture and comfort. But you'd do well to worry, buster. Women's capacity for god-knows-how-many orgasms ... the unknowable how-to-score with women that all men must somehow learn, and the classic, now-cliched-but-still-asked -- and unanswered -- question looms and dooms so many men: "What do women want?" ...

My absolute favorite find this morning was "Giantess Ultimate (Got Milk?)." (It's posted below.) A beautiful woman in a milk ad on a billboard comes off the billboard in the middle of the night and teases and toys with a man nearby who was admiring her two-dimensional beauty. Once she's real, though, his lust mixes with fear (intensifying his lust).

He fearfully claims the gorgeous, giant, sexual woman will "corrupt the whole city of two million people" if she wanders into the town nearby. She does so anyway, him in tow. Along the way she teaes him, "Does it bother you to be so small?" and then derides him, "Poor little thing, poor little insect."

He runs from her. She coos, "I won't hurt you." She captures him. "You're so warm," he says softly. So touching. To which she responds, "I'm going to eat you." He claims her perfume is intoxicating him; he's losing control, succumbing (so as not to have to take responsibility for his actions). He claims she's taking advantage of him because she's "so big." The old she-made-me-do-it.

Substitute "women's sexuality" for the beautiful blonde and you have one of the greatest unspoken fears amongst many men: women's sexuality. Unspoken - but not undepicted. Enter, the giantess fantasy.

Here's the video -- but don't forget to read the rest of her post for the 5 themes in giantess fantasies.



Image credits: Attack of the 50 Foot Woman film poster. (Now if you see one posted in your pal's apartment, will you think of him differently? *wink*)

Reading Is Sexy

Writing is sexier.



Vintage Saturday Evening Post cartoon by Leo Garel, clearly water-damaged, but who can toss the clipping aside?

Filed under "sexism" because it sure smells like a gold digger dig to me.

Hey, You've Got My Mermaid In Your Religion

Thanks to mlfoley of Irish Wit and German Sadism for showing us the "two great tastes that go great together", mermaids and Jesus, which forms religious prostitution: Flirty Fishing.


Don't let the candy-sweet comic illustrations of the pamphlets fool you, there's something here to stick in your craw, alright; it's the cult part that's like too much peanut butter -- sticky & hard to swallow.

Flirty Fishing (FFing) was the use of sex to show God's love and win converts as well as a means of raising financial support. It was practiced by the Family of Love (aka Children of God, the Family, and now the Family International or TFI) from 1974 until it was officially discontinued in 1987; due, in part, to the AIDS scare. The cute euphemism is traced to Matthew 4:19 where Jesus says "Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men."

In the latter part of the '70s and early '80s, [David Berg], responding in part to the sexual liberality of that time period, presented the possibility of trying out a more personal and intimate form of witnessing which became known as 'Flirty Fishing' or 'FFing'. In his Letters at that time, he offered the challenging proposal that since 'God is Love' (1 John 4:8), and His Son, Jesus, is the physical manifestation and embodiment of God's Love for humanity, then we as Christian recipients of that Love are in turn responsible to be living samples to others of God's great all-encompassing Love. Taking the Apostle Paul's writings literally, that saved Christians are 'dead to the Law [of Moses]' (Romans 7:4), through faith in Jesus, [Berg] arrived at the rather shocking conclusion that Christians were therefore free through God's grace to go to great lengths to show the Love of God to others, even as far as meeting their sexual needs.

XFamily.org has more Flirty Fishing ephemera as well as additional writings by Berg or transcriptions of his speeches, called Mo Letters (the name "Mo Letters" derived from David Berg's pseudonym, Moses David).

Cartoongate

Dude, there's a cartoongate a-goin' on; Un-Cool takes ya to school, with all the links to the circus regarding this image:

High-Five Friday

1) From Cult of Gracie's Carnival of the Liberals post:

Allen at The Whited Sepulchre says, "Brent Rinehart's Comic Book - I need a copy".

(See also Ethan Persoff's George Wallace asks: Is Brent Rinehart an EP.TC Reader? -- or just a natural born stylistic plagiarist?)

2) The Headless Werewolf reviews All The Colors Of The Dark (1972).

3) The Dean at Collectors Quest discusses the common points in collecting -- no matter what it is -- in Collecting: _______Fill In The Blank. Most quote-worthy is Steve Silberberg's comment:

No, I can’t explain the desire to collect barf bags, only that iit makes me feel like a man.

4) Playboy.com on the sexiest girls at Comic-Con International 2008.

5) Jason asks Remember When Andy Dick was Funny?

High-Five Fridays is still on hiatus -- but I'm still playing & you can too.

Boob McNutt

Along with creating Boob McNutt, Rube Goldberg co-founded the National Cartoonists' Society in 1945, becoming the group's first president. The prestigious "Rueben Awards" are named after him.

Images via Cagle's comic sheet music gallery.

Jive About

John Cebollero's Jive About: A Sketchbook 08 has an exclusive, never-before-published pin-up collaboration with Richard Corben -- and you can get signed copies of this limited edition, as well as have John create an original sketch on the back cover for you, at his website.

What Kind Of Man Would You Marry?

Lady, That's My Skull shows us this gem from Boy Meets Girl #2 (April 1950).



Found via The Ephemerist.

Miss America Rates Dates

Miss America magazine, March 1947

Via LJ.

The Best Hostess Always Proffers Pie

How's a man supposed to choose between Josie & Alexandra, Betty & Veronica, or Ginger & Mary Anne? Well, he chooses the girl who promises the most pie, of course.



Via LiveJournal.

Obsessed With Wonder Woman

Images from the Wonder Woman Collection created by Wonderwomancollector at CQ.




Includes a set of production sketches from opening titles of the Wonder Woman television show starring Lynda Carter.

Discovering Pap Smears At The Laundromat, On The Next Virginia Graham Show

It's hard to imagine I was just 5 years old when my mom used to fluff & fold with her friends -- and discuss uterine cancer. Oh wait, that's not one of my memories; that was a "hip" comic put out by the American Cancer Society in 1969.


While this comic seems strange, the premise that ladies do talk about such things isn't. And though it's campy just for the tones of the time (the black lady gets to be the music judge, they call themselves "girls" rather than "ladies" or "women", etc. etc. etc.), it's the comic style which rather reduces the health propaganda to silliness. Small speaking bubbles are limiting, and the style is overly dramatic. The real problem is what 1969 woman was reading comics? Teens? Sure. But they didn't hang out at laundromats --because they didn't do their own laundry.


The celeb endoresment on the back is Virginia Graham. Graham wrote for radio soaps, eventually hosting her first radio talk show in 1951 and then succeeding Margaret Truman (in 1956) as co-host of the NBC radio show Weekday with Mike Wallace -- and then became a daytime television talk show host, including for Girl Talk (1962–1969) and the Virginia Graham Show.


Having survived her own battle with cervical cancer in the 50's, and openly spoke about it, becoming a spokesperson for the American Cancer Society. (Graham also started the Cerebral Palsy Foundation along with 13 other women.) Jokes on the connection between cervical cancer and smoking aside, it is said (by the not-always-so-accurate Wiki) that while Graham was very vocal on smoking cessation, when she was asked what she would do if she knew the world would end tomorrow, she replied that she would smoke.

I wonder if this is true -- but that the politically correct world of today has to remove that bit from Graham's record. Then again, there is little on Graham. (Something for me to work on, huh.)

Just to be clear, this Virginia Graham is not the Virginia Graham of the Manson trial.

The 60's were confusing; I'm just trying to help.

Of Tijuana Bibles, Politics & John McCain's Breasts

Chris of Literate Perversions, has a review/response to Ethan Persoff's personal website (a regular SPS stop) at Sex In The Public Square, the latter of which is where the following gem comes:

Ethan claims to have found a long-lost Tijuana Bible, a "Lieberman Squeezer" from 1934, starring George W. Bush and John McCain. I don't know where he found it, but it certainly captures the modern relationship between the two men accurately, and I don't know that that's a good thing. Look at the link only if you are of strong mind and moral character, otherwise you put your very reason in jeopardy.

Yes, the comic really is ugly and distasteful, but honestly, it's nowhere near as ugly and distasteful as the face the country has worn for the last eight years. I'm tired of living in fear and hating the way my neighbors and family keep trying to twist the worst parts of America into the best. I can't think of any better way to respond to Republicans than obscenity.

This is the cover of the faux 1934 Tijuana Bible:



(That's one government teat I don't ever want to suck off of. :shudder:)

See the rest of George Bush & John McCain's Tijuana Bible here.

Me thinketh this is another satire which will not be understood; but I doubt it will appear in any Republican propaganda.

More Accurate Than Sex Ed In Schools

Calvin & Hobbes on how babies are made:

High-Five Fridays #16

1) Discovering more about those social gatherings of ninteen-ought-eight -- and don't miss the cute song lyrics on this card from 1912: I’ve Got to Go and Get Myself a Girl Like You. (It's a hoot!)

2) One of the largest collections of vintage erotica.

3) Amanda at SWOP East shares a good link, saying:

The MET has a display of superhero fashion. This is notable since most superhero clothing takes a lot of cues from BDSM attire -- whether publicly acknowledged or not.

4) Why the Leather Archives and Museum is important.

5) A review of The Forgery of Venus, a fictional work.

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Earl Kemp On Censorship & Politics

Continuing my talk with Earl Kemp (Intro, and part one, on science fiction).

SPS: What are you proudest accomplishments?

Earl: Being totally surveillied by law-enforcement for an unbearable ten years before they figured out how to arrange my "downfall." You can't imagine what it feels like to not be able to use a telephone or to receive an unopened and preread letter...to have numbers of people following your every step anywhere in the world. Millions of dollars of public funds spent for...personal amusement of a political few. From Nixon to Mitchell to Rhenquist...criminals all...me no. Much like the Presidential Medal of Honor.

SPS: Was the arrest & time served a relief after all of that?

Earl: Absolutely. Being in prison was extremely rewarding because of the closeup view of what it was really like as opposed to all the myths. Very bad officials doing very bad things for enormous personal profits. Very much like those wonderful people in DC running the world at the expense and lives of others and again only for personal corporate profits and even that for multi nationals...not for the US at all.

Everyone should have the opportunity of gaining such enlightenment.

SPS: Did it continue afterwards too?

Earl: For a while. I can still remember when it stopped because there was such sudden silence and everything felt remarkably as if I had moved to another country permanently, so unlike living under a microscope.

The most difficult part of it all to accommodate was the knowledge that it had taken them ten full years of totally illegal intensely close observation to finally frame a downfall. And all that time I thought they were my best protectors, knowing absolutely every minute thing about me and not being able to find anything actionable. Mindblowing!

SPS: Do you think you are still on lists?

Earl: Isn't everyone? What do you think the Patriot Act is? Homeland Security? Do you follow the news of all the illegal FBI wiretaps nationwide? Do you not know that all email is monitored?

However, my paranoia is no longer in charge but I can still spot an undercover Fed by odor, long before they come into sight.

I lived cross-border US/Mexico and witnessed time and time again Federales handing over drugs to Feds for distribution and mutual profit. Big massive shipments...not your dime bag common prisoner.

SPS: Ever consider moving to another country?

Earl: I lived in Mexico for over 20 years. It was indescribably wonderful.

SPS: If it was so wonderful, why leave?

Earl: A horrible thing called NAFTA screwed it up unbelievably. Forcing it, in just a few short years, to mirror image everything that is bad/wrong with the USA. Gone instantly were most of the local products, customs, including even the cuisine. Now nothing that was good about it remains, all having been replaced overnight with Wal-Marts, CostCos, MacDonalds (they all sell individual bottles of beer through the drive through windows), Starbucks and everything one normally goes on vacation to avoid.

And an incredible amount of red tape, forms to fill out, documents, and finally passports for all US citizens wanting to pass beyond that incredibly ugly, fortresslike wall. "Mr. Gorbachov, tear down this wall!" The Federales replaced by US Feds, spying on innocent tourists...

I could go on and on but my Mexico no longer exists. It looks like suburban NYC and smells worse.

Not an edible taco in sight.

Every poisonous, forbidden to sell in the US food item, long stored in warehouses just waiting for an excuse to ship them across the border and flood the Mexican market and drive away all those delightful things most people won't remember five years from now.

Reason enough?

It works for me.

SPS: Anything you'd like a do-over on?

Earl: Yes, most of it. I'd be noticeably more aggressive....

SPS: That's most intriguing.

Earl: I was Wimp #1. Naive. Trusting. Commonplace. Patriot.

To be continued...

Resources:

The Illustrated Presidential Report Of The Commission on Obscenity & Pornography, Earl Kemp, editor.

Sadomasochism in Comics: A History of Sex and Violence in Comic Books, Greenleaf Classics, by Hans Siden, introduction by Donald H. Gilmore, Ph.D.

All photos from Earl Kemp & his zine; used with written permission.

Sex In Comics

From Earl Kemp's zine (Vol. 1 No. 4, October, 2002), comes this info on the Sex In Comics series:

...Donald H. Gilmore, Ph.D, aka "Douglas H. Gamlin" and probably "Dale Gordon," and his wife Betty have established their own writer's colony/porn-mill in Guadalajara. Gilmore's Ph.D is strictly diploma-mill but he's a serious student and researcher of sex and erotica and his non-fiction work is among the best in the genre during the era. His four-volume Sex In Comics remains the best reference on Tijuana Bibles, with valuable information not found anywhere else, including the story of "the three gals," whose entrepreneurial efforts at creating, printing, and distributing sex comics in the late 1930's are singular for the trade and a major, if well-nigh unknown, feminist declaration of independence. The artistic quality of the their comics becomes a strong influence during their time, and will later be a great influence upon counterculture cartoonist, R. Crumb. Gilmore and his stable move their work through Greenleaf.

Related: Robert Crumb on collecting.

Collecting: Creepy or Sexy?

Via Boing Boing, quotes from Robert Crumb on Collecting (from Vinyl Junkies: Adventures in Record Collecting, by Brett Milano):

“Collecting is creepy. Record collectors put each other down for their various fixations. Everybody is convinced that his way of collecting is superior. They look down on casual collectors, who are just accumulators -- the kind who’ll just pick up anything and let it pile up. A true collector is more of a connoisseur, and that’s the good thing about collecting. It creates a connoisseurship to sort out what’s worthwhile in the culture and what isn’t. Wealthy art collectors in this country have sorted out who the great artists are. If you’re collecting a lot of objects of one particular kind, you develop a very acute sense of discrimination.”

“Any of the younger guys who get into collecting are quirky and oddball types, pretty maladjusted people. They’re not into hanging around in bars and picking up chicks or nothing. If they have a girlfriend at all it’s amazing. And the older collectors I know, a lot of them just have their little room down in the basement where they go and listen. They don’t share it with anyone, and their wives don’t know anything about it. So when they die, the vultures start descending.”

“Picking up chicks? Forget it! It never gets them hot, they don’t give a shit about collectors. I wouldn’t say that collectors are antisocial - that would imply that they want to do something harmful to society - but it’s not very sociable either. Very self-obsessed, kind of asocial. That’s why the world looks down on collectors, it takes a certain kind of personality. There is nothing sexy or glamorous about it. Women aren’t attracted to people because they collect. You can go up to them and say, ‘I’m an outlaw bandit’ and they’ll like that. But if you say, ‘I’m a collector’ - no chance.”

With all due respect, Mr. Crumb, I promise not to start drawing comic books -- if you'll stop telling me what kind of guys I dig.

I'll take (and I have) a collector over an outlaw bandit (or any bad boy) any day.

Related: Marybeth Hamilton celebrates the passion of a record collector, from where the image comes.

Today's Sexual Harassment; Yesterday's Employment Plan

This would be a WTF moment, if you didn't have the proper context. In this case, the context is WWII women's publication, with the humor playing up how desirable women -- as employees -- were, & the lengths an employer might go to depicted as similar to good old fashioned woo-ing.

The Bordello That Was Al Capone's Prison Cell

I'm pretty sure he had sex in here. With a cell like this, I'm just sayin'...

Alice Marie's Eastern State Penitentiary photo group.

Superhero Porn

From Gracie & CR/LF's review of TheWild & Wacky Adventures of Chloe:

Joel, a comic-book geek, spends way too much time fantasizing over the heroines in his fav comic. He is mocked & ridiculed, but still, he lusts & masturbates (providing himself ‘comic relief’ *wink*) over ‘Super Chloe.’ One night, he is promised that she can be real, if he believes enough... And thanks to the miracle of porn, Chloe is brought to life.

...After Chloe becomes real, enters the 3D world, Joel leaves her home alone as he goes off to work. The door bell rings... [and it's] Two Jehovah’s Witnesses at the door! My God, it’s hysterical!

Click here to watch the clip -- and then go buy it.

As Mole Man Stalks Sandra Clark

From Blockade Boy, "a 30th Century superhero/fashion designer with an eye for style, a sardonic wit, and chest hair to die for," comes this:

Are you troubled by Restless Bosom Syndrome? Poor gal... her left breast is afraid of the dark, but she's the one who has to get out of bed and do something about it. Oh, and Sandra? Haley Mills called. She wants her hair back.

By the way, I sleep in a similar fashion (albeit on a huge slab of granite): nude, except for a lightning beast hide arranged over my lower body so that it almost completely conceals my junk, and moaning suggestively. I figure, if some loser (okay, Storm Boy) is peeping at me, I might as well give him a little thrill. Because I firmly believe that charity begins at my junk.

The Black Champion & The White Avenger

Saved from a lynching via a female sado-masochist from the future who, it turns out, started the racist hunt, is the story of Terror Blu 113: Il Campione Nero (The Black Champion).

Playboy : Not Just For The Articles

Cartoonist Mike Lynch only reads Playboy for the cartoons -- and the ads. Well, at least that's what he tells people.



Via The Marketing Whore.

Paperdolls Or Blow-Up Dolls?

Grand Faboo-Ba of Fabulon, Thom, has posted these darlings for us:



They seem to have originated at The Crime In Your Coffee. Translation: They are paper dolls from the comic series Doc Dare and Scion, both published in Penthouse Comix.

Lost Girls by Alan Moore and Melinda Gebbie

Lost Girls: A Review:

It's not just that it's surprising -- although it is. The first printing of "Lost Girls" -- 10,000 copies -- sold out in a day. The second printing, also of 10,000 copies, sold out in advance two days later. The day the book went on sale, it hit Amazon.com's "Top 20." And it's gotten passionate rave reviews, not just from the adult press, but from places like Publisher's Weekly, USA Today, Kirkus Reviews, Variety, Booklist, and many, many others -- and from individuals ranging from Neil Gaiman to Brian Eno to Susie Bright.

A pretty surprising response for a book of pornography -- and even more surprising given that it's essentially a big, beautifully-made dirty comic book.

After You, My Dear Alphonse

I love it when a unique item on eBay makes me do a search and I discover pieces of a puzzle...


This old German porcelain (or ceramic) piece features three figures: a woman in bed, and two men who, as the seller says, appear to be "in the process of deciding who will be the first to "visit" the young lady in her bed for whatever pleasure may result from such visit."



The seller also says, "I dont ever remember having a similar piece in all the years I have spent in the Antique business." While one can be skeptical with seller statements -- they are at least relative to their own experience -- I'd have to agree. (Hence my researching.)

A quick search for "After you my dear Alphonse" one gets quite a number of clues, including old vaudeville skits by the Marx Brothers, but what one finally gets is Frederick Burr Opper and his comic strip, "Alphonse and Gaston".


Introduced in 1901, they remained part of the Sunday comics for years. In this strip, two French characters are so polite they are stymied when they reach a door, each offering the other entry first with what would become, at the time, quite famous lines:

"After you, my dear Alphonse."

"No, after you, my dear Gaston."


The strip pretty much vanished after 1910, but the characters continued to live on in Happy Hooligan, where they ran their bit best as a sideline rather than the lead through the 40's.

You can find remnants of Alphonse and Gaston in the Chip and Dale Mack and Tosh*, aka the Goofy Gophers, politeness, as well as other standards bits, like like two baseball outfielders each deferring to the other and letting the ball fall between them. Which brings us back to our German figurine.

Two men who likely will be so polite to defer to one another, while the lady falls asleep. *wink*


The seller says this is an "OLD VICTORIAN era GERMAN group figurine," which is rather close to the time frame -- give or take a handful of years.

Find more on Frederick Burr Opper and Alphonse and Gaston here. See Alphonse and Gaston pinbacks here. See/download a film from 1903, and see a photo from 1912-1931 from the Whitman Theatre.

* Note -- UPDATE -- Peter corrected me on the Chip & Dale thing. See comments!

Erich von Gotha, Erotic Artist

Erich von Götha (aka Erich von Götha de la Rosière) is the pseudonym of the British illustrator and comic book artist Robin Ray. (Ray has also worked under the pseudonyms Janssens, Baldur Grimm and Robbins.) Robin Ray or Erich vonGotha, the artist has gained fame with his erotic works most of all that with sadomasochist themes.

As Gotha, he contributed to early editions of Dr. Tuppy Owens' The Sex Maniac's Diary. And then he went on to produce his own ground-breaking magazine, Torrid.




There were only 16 issues of Torrid (circa 1980's), but they not only had a cult-like following but have become hot collectibles today.

Other publications from Gotha include The Troubles of Janice Part (three parts), A Very Special Prison, Twenty (two volumes so far), and The Insatiable Curiousity of Sophie.



Erich Von Gotha's show, Twenty Chastis'd, May 5 - June 5 2007, is at the Mondo Bizzarro gallery in Rome. Here's what the gallery has to say about the artist:

Erich Von Gotha belongs firmly to the second category. Despite having worked as an artist for well over twenty years he has only just begun to give interviews.

However, besides taking delight in mistery (for many years he was obsessed by the treasures hidden by the Templar Knights) it is also important to point out that he lives in puritan England, a country with censorship laws so strict that they do not allow any of his books to be published. His works are translated and read throughout the world, apart from in his country. Erich Von Gotha is one of the greatest erotic and English comic strip artists ever.

You can also see more at the artist's own site, Erich von Gotha dot com.

Ziggy Stardust Comic

This comic book features David Bowie as Ziggy Stardust along with cameos & guest appearances by Elton John, Kate Bush, Mick Jagger, Batman, Freddie Mercury and Ozzy Osbourne.

See scans here.

Satyr & Nymph Playboy Comics

I remember these "Satyr & Nymph" comics from my parents' hidden Playboys...



They are by Eldon Dedini, and you can find out more Pinups: Eldon Dedini's Satyrs and Nymphs at Animation Archive.

Don't Say Phooey to Fumetti

Bandes Dessinées Adultes is a French site devoted to Fumetti, also know as comics for adults -- think Anime or Hentai.

I don't read French, but I just clicked about and Voila! Look what I found:

Big Dick Pinball

In Such A Supple Wrist Coop shares a plethora of sexy pinball paraphernalia pics, including the luscious Ann-Margret. *Ding! Ding!*

Of course, this custom piece, "Big Dick," is my favorite. (Yeah, but does he have the balls for pinball? lol)

Flapper Humor

"Mother, when you were a girl, didn't you find it a bore to be a virgin?"

This was sent to me by Tom, and neither of us know for certain it it is an authentic 20's newspaper cartoon; but if it were, my guess is that it wasn't meant to be funny but rather serve as a negative comment and serve as a warning to parents about their hot-to-trot flapper daughters.

Body improvement and Hostess fruit pies. What a pairing.

For those that believe I focus more on female sexuality...

First I must say that as a woman, that's both what I know more about and see as manipulated in a bad way.

Second, I will say that I have posted male myths before.

And third, I will draw your attention to Free Muscle Secrets and Instant Romantic Sideburns: Comic Book Advertising, Part One in which the author notes the marketing to a male dominated readership:

This kind of advertisement featured five distinct categories : body improvement, wacky products, money making schemes, Hostess fruit pies, and individuals selling other comics (often interspersed with the comic publishers selling their own branded accessories). As the decade came to a close, ad space was taken over by full-color ads for video games, candy and Saturday morning cartoons, but a page or two of black-and-white untruths lingered on.

Body improvement and Hostess fruit pies. What a pairing.

I'm looking forward to part two and will alert you as well.