Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Frida Kahlo Uterus Plushie

I love this Frida Kahlo Uterus Plushie by VulvaLoveLovely -- not only adorable, but the artist has substance to go with her skills, creating an ode of a post to Kahlo and her creation.

Yes; I do accept gifts.

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Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Your Grandma Liked Soul Kissing

An old newspaper article, likely from the 30's, which exclaims, Barnard Students Admit Necking and "Soul Kissing". Via Susie Bright.

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Monday, December 29, 2008

Feminist Carnival of Sexual Freedom and Autonomy: Calls For Submissions

I'm hosting the next Feminist Carnival of Sexual Freedom and Autonomy on January 5th 8th 2009. (Update: Extended due to holiday chaos!)

This sex positive carnival highlights posts/articles promoting the sexual rights and freedom of women -- you can get an idea by seeing past editions at Better Burn That Dress, Sister and Sex-Kitten.Net. However...

I just might be mixing things up a bit with my edition. I'd like to focus on the past -- for otherwise we are doomed to repeat it. So, in my official call for submissions, I'd like to outline a few specifics ideas or topics I'd really like to see.

Because this blog is about history, I'd like to see/read posts which are focused on the past. That includes, but is not limited to:

* Explorations of your personal sex/relationship history -- not fiction, but non-fiction musings about lessons, frustrations, etc. Bonus points if you can tie it to a film, show us art which reflects it, point to parallels in the life of a pinup, or otherwise connect it to some pop culture reference point.

* Biographies or discussions of famous folks; what they've taught you, forced you to think about, or rudely awakened you to.

* Art history, artistic movements, artists, specific works, etc. which explore themes you dig, wish would return "because", or otherwise have you pondering gender, sex and rights.

* Political, religious, criminal, cultural history lessons involving sexuality & human rights.

* Reviews & analysis of film, music, magazines, books, etc. from the point of view of where they fit in or the messages they send/reflect regarding sexuality & society.

* How & where pop culture and public policy intersect regarding sexuality, sex education, and private lives.

Again, the above are suggestions, hopes, dreams -- but don't feel like you are crushing them (or my spirits) if you write/submit something that's more traditional fare for the carnival.

You are free to write anything along these lines just for this carnival edition, send me a link to a piece/pieces you've already written on any of these or related and appropriate themes, and/or submit a post/article you've read by someone else that seems to fit & rocks your world or impresses you enough to make the effort to nominate someone.

Please email your submission to me at Naughty(dot)Words(at)gmail(dot)com prior to noon on January 4th, 2009.

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Odalisque Perfume Ads Stink

Nettie Rosenstein's Odalisque Perfume ads in the 40's and 50's romanticized "odalisque" including the risque use of artistic nudes in the print ad campaigns.



"Odalisque" is a French form of the Turkish odalık, meaning "chambermaid." The term specifically signifies a virgin female slave who, being the lowest ranking member of a harem, was not allowed to serve the sultan but instead his concubines and/or wives.

There's not a whole lot of romance there, Nettie Rosenstein; not in being a slave, not in being the one to deal with the piss-pots of the harem, not in being too-lowly to even deal with the master -- unless, of course, you could prove a 'talent' and work your way 'up' from piss-pots to male pissing tools and be a sexual servant.

But Nettie was not alone in romanticizing these women. In the 19th century, odalisques were common fantasy figures in the Orientalism movement, featured in many erotic paintings from that era.

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Friday, November 14, 2008

Think I'm Sexy? Bark A Loud "Boing" For Me

Pop Tart of Kitschy Kitschy Coo sent me the following clip from a "Jabberwocky and Jive" column in Calling All Girls, December, 1945.

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Wednesday, November 12, 2008

A Toast To Sex Positive Parenting

Tonight on the Cult of Gracie a discussion on sex positive parenting:
This Wednesday (November 12, from 9 to 10 PM Central time), the lovely Dr. Jane Vargas, of PantyMistress.com, returns to Cult of Gracie Radio with her sex positive feminist daughters, Rebecca of Porn Perspectives and Rachel aka the Pop Feminist.
Listen live to the show here; call in at 646.200.3136 and be live on the air.

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Monday, October 27, 2008

Never Too Much Gay Head; That's What She Said

It's not what you think; but it's still pretty fun.

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Where Angels Fear To Tread

Or at least cherubs are perplexed by it.



I'm refraining from making jokes about quivers and quims.

Vintage French Jean Tam Postcard.

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Saturday, October 25, 2008

To Provide For The Various Phases Incident To Love, Courtship & Marriage

Love Letters With Directions How To Write Them by Ingoldsby North includes "the Art of Secret Writing, the language of Love portrayed, and rules of grammar" -- Because the various phases incident to love are affected by grammar.


An ad in the back of Donohue's Vest Pocket Webster's Dictionary & Complete Manual of Parliamentary Practice, copyright 1901.

Reprints of the book are readily available.

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Friday, September 26, 2008

The History Of Sex And Real People Nudity Sexual Oral History People Nology

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Critical Perspectives on Sexuality and Pornography in Science and Social Fiction

Via Sex-Kitten:
XXBN gets inside the Arse Elektronika Conference, with Gracie Passette speaking live with Johannes Grenzfurthner 9/26/2008 at 9 PM Pacific/11 PM Central (9/27/2008 at 12:00 AM Eastern). This year's conference theme is Do Androids Sleep With Electric Sheep? Critical Perspectives on Sexuality and Pornography in Science and Social Fiction.

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Monday, September 15, 2008

Fanny Brice's Baby Snooks

It should be noted that I believe the song that Fanny Brice is said to have sang in the 1939 article by James Street was actually Three Little Fishes (Itty Bitty Poo), a "Southern children's song" written in 1939 by Josephine Judson Carringer.

According to this article, Josephine Judson Carringer was musically gifted, highly intelligent, ad entered college when she was 16 yrs old. She wrote Three Little Fishes with Betty Lynn Kirk, her sorority sister at the University of Tennessee in the late 1930s. They then sold the song for $200 and Saxie Dowell adapted the lyrics and music into the piece that became a number one hit in 1939 as performed by the Kay Kyser orchestra with Ish KaBibble singing.

According to Time, June 19, 1939, "Saxie Dowell recently heard, in the South, an old nursery tune called Down in de Meddy. He thought it mighty cute." We can't blame Saxie for the giant PR machine which would deny buying music (especially for a mighty cute old nursery rhyme song), and so we can likely believe the rest:
The result was published last April by Santly-Joy-Select, Inc., which got out The Music Goes 'Round and 'Round and admits to liking "crazy things." Under its title Three Little Fishies, Saxie Dowell's song last week had set something of a current record by leading the field in sheet music sales for a month.

Three Little Fishies has verses which can be sung either in English (Down in the meadow in a little bitty pool) or in "fish talk" (Down in de meddy in a ITTY BITTY POO). The chorus can be sung only one way: Boop boop dittem dattem whattem Chu! The song, likely to cause reverse peristalsis in fastidious stomachs, is all about some "itty fitties" who "fam and dey fam" until they "taw a TARK!" (shark). Den dey fam back to deir poo. The publishers, wary of overplugging Three Little Fishies, withheld it from all but a few big orchestral names—Hal Kemp, Guy Lombardo, Kay Kyser, Paul Whiteman, each of whom recorded it. The song was plugged on the radio by Mildred Bailey, Fannie Brice, Judy Starr. Along with the itty fitties, fat Saxie Dowell fam into such fame that he is now thinking of leaving Hal Kemp and starting a band of his own.
The song is a relative childhood classic -- that is to say, if you had a corny family like mine, you heard your relatives sing it. Often. You may have even heard Madonna and Rosie O'Donell perform a cover of the tune.

Now, you might be wondering why I'd be taking so much time to discuss a cute old kids' song here at SPS. Well, the idea of Baby Snooks, the bratty character played by Fanny Brice fascinates me.


It plays well-enough on the Baby Snook radio shows but, as Brice was fond of dressing & behaving 'in character', once you can see as well as hear it takes on other elements.

Putting a grown woman in little-girl-garb may have it's humorous elements, but it also says something about power & dominance -- and you don't have to be a perv to see it. Little girls are innocence, but they are also property; they belong to daddy. Short baby-doll dresses, oh-so fashionable these days, communicate these things -- innocence and access -- which is why I don't own a single one of those monstrosities.

Having a bratty girl-child mouth-off to her master may be cute, but underneath it all lies -- as sure as those ruffled panties -- the idea that she will eventually heel and heed her master. Or, if she does not, then he is less-than-a-man and plays cuckhold to her charms. Sure, all this can only make it funnier; but did they get it?

Without Brice & Snooks, we likely wouldn't have had Lily Tomlin's Edith Ann on Rowan & Martin's Laugh-In -- but there's a huge difference between the two.


Tomlin's Edith Ann appeared alone in her giant rocking chair where she told stories about her family & dog. Having her be alone could have been a choice to deal with scale; but even so, simply being alone meant Edith Ann was not (as) eroticized.


Baby Snooks, by comparison, not only acted with others but interacted physically with them, drawing in all those adult contexts. There is a large difference between discussing a punishment, a la Edith Ann, and showing a grown woman dressed as a child over the knee of her daddy figure like Baby Snooks; the image has erotically charged elements.


At the base of this humor is prettified misogyny &/or glorified cuckholding. It's all good & fine for adult role-play sex-scenarios, really; but as entertainment one really ought to be aware that's what they are enjoying.

Baby Snooks (with Hanley Stafford as "Daddy") was performed on television only once (and this was Brice's only TV appearance too), on CBS-TV's Popsicle Parade of Stars in 1950 (one year prior to Brice's death). Entertainment folks document Brice's height &/or age as the reason for its failure, and Brice herself is said to have admitted that the character of Baby Snooks just didn't work properly when seen... But come on!

This wasn't the first time Baby Snooks had appeared before people. Baby Snooks was even in Judy Garland's Everybody Sing (1938) prior to radio success.



While Brice & Garland are wonderfully funny in that scene, this was not the usual Baby Snooks routine. Baby Snooks was built on the annoying relationship with her father and, sometimes, other men. The Baby Snooks character had been preformed live on stage for years and, height of male actors aside, there clearly were other issues at work here.


In his book Fanny Brice, Herbert G. Goldman writes of a Baby Snooks performance with Bob Hope (links again added by SPS):
Fanny, who rejoined the Follies at the Winter Garden, was still not in the best of health, and had to clear her throat in her Snooks scene Hope. "That's my cold clearing up," she ad-libbed at one point.

"I thought you were just oversexed," was Bob Hope's quick reply. The line stayed in.
Yeah. No wonder it just didn't work properly on television.

I wonder just what it is that people were thinking about Baby Snooks at the time.

You can download 10 Baby Snooks shows from me for just $3.

Note: Gone Fishing (06/01/1939) & Baby Fish Story (04/11/1940) have quite a bit of similar content for a woman who eschewed rehearsals, saying she wanted to give performances a spontaneity and unpredictability that would be lost with an over-familiarity with the lines and other players. That could just be the writers milking their own jokes. What do you notice about the shows?

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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*)

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Monday, August 25, 2008

Sex Of Negro Population

A chart from The Negro American family; Report of a social study made by the College classes of 1909 and 1910 of Atlanta University, by William Edward Burghardt Du Bois, under the patronage of the trustees of the John F. Slater Fund; together with the Proceedings of the 13th annual Conference for the Study of the Negro Problems, held at Atlanta University, on Tuesday, May the 26th, 1908. (published 1908)


In Negotiation of African American Identities in Rural America: A Cultural Contracts Approach, Ronald L. Jackson II and James B. Stewart, both of Pennsylvania State University, discuss W. E. B. Du Bois' philosophies:
Du Bois did not view the wholesale assimilation of the culture of the larger society as the ideal developmental path for Black families. In discussing sexual mores, he (1908, 42) argued: “The Negro attitude in these matters is in many respects healthier and more reasonable. Their sexual passions are strong and frank . . .The Negro motherlove and family instinct is strong, and it regards the family as a means, not an end, and although the end in the present Negro mind is usually personal happiness rather than social order, yet even here radical reformers of divorce courts have something to learn.”
Image, via NYPL digital collection.

See also: Papers of Caroline Bond Day who published A Study of Some Negro-White Families in the United States (1932).

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Thursday, August 21, 2008

The Offensive Breast

Pop Tart at KKC sent me these scans, marked pages from 1954's The Family Physician, by Dr. Herman Pomeranz & Dr. Irvin S. Koll. She knew I'd have much to say about them.

The defacement begins with the combating cancer breast exams.



An "X" is placed over each breast -- nude breasts sans nipples, because nipples cannot be seen even in medical books. They must only be found in men's mags and National Geographic; a rule that still applies today, no matter how antiquated and foolish.

The Xs continue throughout the fitness pages too -- but you'll notice that the naked men in exercise diapers are free of inked-x-comments.




This leads me to conclude that the person who inked judgment was a girl, approximately 12 years of age.

This is an age where young girls are rather modest & uncomfortable with nudity and the sexual life of the female form. Even if the photos are not intended to be sexual she feels it -- like the photos of naked pygmies young boys masturbated to in National Geographic magazines, she is painfully aware. The X marks the spot where she is uncomfortable.

It's either that, or the work of a misogynist male. And I don't like to think about that.

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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Nina Hartley

Tonight at 9 PM (central), Cult of Gracie Radio has Nina Hartley. If the 600+ videos and films don't impress you, how about these facts from Cult of Gracie's blog:
Her history as a sex positive feminist includes:

* Founding the the Feminist Anti-Censorship Task Force, known as FACT.

* Starting the Pink Ladies Social Club, a club which supports women (performers, writers, makeup artists, directors etc.) who works in the adult industry and works to fight the stereotype of female sex workers as bimbos &/or victims coerced by men into humiliating themselves.

* Being a member of the Board of Directors for the Woodhull Freedom Foundation, an organization that works to advance sexual freedom as a fundamental human right by protecting and advancing freedom of speech and sexual expression), but with her wisdom in faith and religion.
Body, brains, and a soul. Hubba!

More show info here.

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Sex For The Good Of The Race

When I first began collecting smut, I began with texts & materials about sexuality. They were purchased as part of my "feminist" collection; documentation not only of the myths of female sexuality, but how such things perpetuated myths of gender and forced everyone into inaccurate boxes.

Some of the most prolific works in vintage human sexuality were those published by -- and promoting -- Eugenics. Eugenics is all about having sex -- "For the Good of the Race." This, of course, is a controversial subject in and of itself. I shall have to dig about and select some titles and "gems" from my own collection. But meanwhile, check out this 1937 ephemera on The Sexual Side of Marriage.



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Friday, August 08, 2008

Where Hookers Rake It In

Monday, August 04, 2008

"If Husbands Only Knew--"

Deanna (aka Pop Tart) knows how I do love these old trashy gossip magazines, so she sent me this scan -- and promises more to come...
If husbands only knew how much they are missing they would not wait another moment to read "Sex Fulfillment In Marriage." Many men (even those who have been married a long time) don't get half the delight because they don't know the knack of sexual intercourse!
As Deanna wrote in her post, some things never change.

The ad boasts of "Sex Charts and Explanations", including the female sex organs, "front and side views... The Internal Sex Organs... The External Sex Organs... Entrance to Female Genital Parts..." (Click to read the large scan.)

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Thursday, July 10, 2008

Behavior Of The American Housewife

I'm not sure if I have this book or not... (My shelves, they sag & buck like a wild horse; and if it weren't for the boxes full of books in front of them, they'd likely tip over. Yes, organization is on the "to do" list.)




But even if I have a copy (or three) of 1961's Sexual Behavior Of The American Housewife, by W.D. Sprague Ph.D., it likely wouldn't include these marks. (Click image to read them.)



Marks and notations are something I'd never leave in a book; as a tribute to the countless kind and helpful librarians in my youth (and today too), I've never even dog-eared a page. But when I find them, I am fascinated. As is Ann Douglas, poster of these images at Flickr, who says:
My favorite part of this entire book -- the housewife title I just posted -- is this page spread. I think it's hilarious how someone (the not-so-happy wife) marked these passages with huge lines and giant X-es. I wonder if she "accidentally" left the book on bed for hubby to find one night when she was late getting home to make dinner, with the book open to the page with the mysterious markings. It makes you wonder.

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Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Midwifery

Doctor Thomas Bond taught a course in practical midwifery in 1769; this was the admission ticket for Mr. Jonathan Easton.



I sure hope those spots are old archival issues, and not souvenirs from the class.

From the University of Pennsylvania Archives; found via Kitschy Kitschy Coo.

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Tuesday, July 08, 2008

BDSM On XXBN

From Gracie at Sex-Kitten:
Ever wonder what Gloria Brame would say? Now you can find out, live.

I'm very excited to have Dr. Gloria Brame on Cult of Gracie Radio Wednesday, July 9th (at 9 P.M. central), on XXBN ~ and not just because she calls me "the divine Gracie Passette --sex-kitten and all around erotic goddess" either. *wink*

As you know (or ought to!), Gloria's a licensed clinical sexologist, leading international authority on BDSM and fetish sex, and a wise-cracking kinky person. What's not to love?

You can find out more about Gloria right here at Sex-Kitten.net: Gloria Brame Discusses Sexual Freedom in America, BDSM in Film, as well as the review of her book. More information on Gloria is available at her website, GloriaBrame.com, and her blog, Inside the mind of Gloria Brame.

Click here to listen to the show live, and call in with your comments and questions for Gloria at 1 (646) 200-3136.

Image shown here was found at Gloria's blog; check it out, if you aren't already a fan like I am.

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Saturday, July 05, 2008

The Black & White Of Silhouettes

From this 1953 dry cleaning booklet, the origins of the word silhouette:

Time was that silhouette was a naughty word -- which only goes to prove that we live in a changing world. France, in 1759, had a comptroller general whose name was "Monsieur Silhouette." He introduced a number of taxes so odious that the mere mention of his name in polite society could mean pistols at dawn. Just how this epithet gradually shed its shady meaning and came to connote the outline of an object is lost in the pages of history. We chose the name SILHOUETTE for our magazine as a compliment to you... your clothes, your personality, and the home that is a gracious setting for the special beauty that is yours alone.
Curious myself, I did a little research.

From Silhouette-Man:
The art of silhouette cutting originated in Europe in the early 1700's. Prior to the French revolution, silhouettists were hired as an amusement for the royal class. The featured artist would attend the many extravagant balls and cut out the distinguished profiles of the Lords and Ladies capturing the latest fashions and elaborate wigs.

While the aristocrats were having their silhouettes cut out and eating like kings much of Europe was starving, especially in France. In the 1760's the Finance Minister of France, Etienne de Silhouette, had crippled the French people with his merciless tax polices. Oblivious to his people's plight, Etienne was much more interested in his hobby of cutting out paper profiles, the latest fad. Etienne de Silhouette was so despised by the people of France that in protest the peasant s wore only black mimicking his black paper cutouts. The saying went all over France,"We are dressing a la Silhouette. We are shadows, too poor to wear color. We are Silhouettes!" To this very day the black profile cutouts are called silhouettes. Thankfully, the negative connotation no longer remains.
However, artists like Kara Walker are resurrecting the art, using it to explore negative issues such as racism and feminism.

In this PBS interview, Walker said:
“I was looking at racist paraphernalia, iconography, and then at these accurate versions of middle-class Americans. I began to associate the silhouette itself, the cutting, with a form of blackface minstrelsy. Here we have these mainly white sitters or a few slaves who were documented in silhouette—but for the most part white sitters whom I identify as middle class because upper class would require a full-fledged oil portrait and that’s what I had already ruled out for myself…’No oil painting here, not going to ape the master that way.’”
“I always think about this work, this history, in terms of the body. And in terms of this act of excavating that’s been such a current and recurring theme, particularly in the histories of feminist artists, feminist writers, African-American people of color, investigating and eviscerating this body of collective experience…sometimes to the point of leaving nothing intact. I entered into this project, this idea of being a black woman artist, from the perspective of a person who has been presented with a pre-dissected body to work from. A pre-dissected body of information.”




Kara Walker's Gone, An Historical Romance of a Civil War as It Occurred Between the Dusky Thighs of One Young Negress and Her Heart (1994) from The New York Times.

Other image credits: Kara Walker silhouette via The Whitney.

More on Etienne de Silhouette at Wikipedia.

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Marketing In High Traffic Areas

I snapped this at a gas station which has high trucker use. It's a crappy photo, taken quickly for fear a man would enter or exit the restroom, but in case you've never seen such a rest stop...

The display of men's mags is placed right outside the men's room, covering part of the doorway, to inspire an impulse purchase. However, it is accompanied by a sign reading, "Magazines must be purchased before taken in the restrooms. Thank You."

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Thursday, July 03, 2008

Another Lesson From Porn


In male fantasies, the myth of "the sexy lesbian happening" is bountiful. I discuss them -- and more -- in Of Pillow Fights & Panty Showing at Sex-Kitten.Net.

The question is, "Vintage or not, what have you learned from your porn today?"

Photo from this Rodox gallery.

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Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Silver Lady Uncovered

Cruising the Collectors' Quest community I found "Silver lady" from Metal art by Barry2952:
This sculpture by Raymond Parmenter is solid silver. It was commissioned by the infamous Hunt brother who tried to corner the silver market. They made a lot of people a lot of money and had 50 of these made as gifts for their largest investors. The woman I acquired it from left it covered for 20 years so her grandson wouldn't see the nudity. I've let it patina to a natural shade.

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Monday, June 30, 2008

I Taught An Old Dog New Tricks - With Nostalgia

Well, I certainly try!

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Saturday, June 28, 2008

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.

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Friday, June 27, 2008

Carved Ivory Medicine Lady

From back in the day when women couldn't literally be seen by their doctors; they pointed at the doll to delicately discuss what ailed them.


This one is 11 1/2 inches long and available at Ivey-Selkirk.

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Friday, June 20, 2008

High-Five Fridays #21

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Sex Is Everywhere

I'm no prude, but I have to wonder (again & again) why folks are always so upset by porn and nudity -- usually defending it with a "save the children!" scream of anguish while the truth is any child anywhere is aware of sex.

In many places children see their parents and other adults copulating, and it is fact that this occurred in the early beds of Puritanical America; something most would conveniently forget or slide into that didn't-know couldn't-do any-better of "less developed countries".

However, while Western cultures sigh and claim themselves superior, they doth protest too much regarding nudity & sexuality. For they've put it everywhere. Today's exhibits: Garbage Pail Kids cards from the mid-1980s.


Pourin' Lauren is clearly a Playboy Bunny. And Nicky Hickey & Marty Gras must have led to a few conversations (parental or peer).



These packs of cards/stickers with gum were marketed towards kids as a mockery of the Cabbage Patch Kids dolls so that would definitely be kids, not teens or even tweens, yet it was expected that they'd know Playboy Bunnies and hickeys -- and so much more.

Like the comforting notion of a Peeping Tom.



It's pretty clear that even with the sophomoric humor, these cards are for adults to appreciate. What else could Turned-On Tara refer to? Drugs? A real human light fixture?



But then again, perhaps the risque humor is something I read into them...

Having a woman smell fishy?


Swollen Sue Ellen... wasn't she J.R.'s used and abused wife on Dallas? Maybe that was just a euphemism used in my neighborhood.



There are lots of euphemisms in these cards, for a mind like mine.




But even if One-Eyed Jack isn't a euphemism for penis, do we expect 8 year olds to know Poker references? I'm guessing they understand them about as well as the poke-her references which are all around us.


Images from this retro Garbage Pail Kids gallery, via Collectors' Quest's blog.

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Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Memo Regarding Your Dirty Girl

Son, if you want her, chances are everyone else does too -- she may have even had a few. So be prepared to protect yourself from your angel with a condom.



Via StrangeCosmos.com.

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Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Dance Of The Hoo-Hoo

Vintage ragtime sheet music which reminds me of what some folks teach their kids to call their -- looks around to see who is listening, then whispers -- private parts. No, not the pussy.



Found at A Tad Too Much tan For Taupe, Rob Crausaz's Ragtime MIDI Files (yes, a sound file is there!) says this of the Emma Y. Suckert song:
Dance of the Hoo-Hoo (1898)
This delightful folk rag, which is available on the "Lester Levy" website, was written in honor of "The Concatenated Order of Hoo-Hoo" (the cover has a replica of their official symbol). According to its website TCOHH is, "the oldest industrial Fraternal Organization in existence in the USA" (being founded in Jan. 1892 as a "public relations department of the lumber industry").
Intrigued, I Googled-on...

From Stichting Argus:
The Concatenated Order of Hoo-Hoo was founded on January 21, 1892, in Gurdon, Arkansas, to which its headquarters had returned at the time of this writing. In the intervening years, it has moved a long way from its intention, which was to fight superstition and conventionalism, and became a parody of established secret societies. It started out with the intention of having nothing that other orders possess. Originally, there were no lodge rooms. Meetings, or “concatenations,” were held in hotels, the first being at the St. Charles Hotel in New Orleans on February 18, 1892. Even the name is unique. “Hoo-hoo” is not some arcane lumberman’s distress call, but a word coined by one of the founders, Bolling Arthur Johnson, about a month before the order was founded. He used it to describe a lonesome tuft of hair on the head of one Charles H. McCarer. “Concatenated” referred both to the cat, which was chosen as the symbol, and to “concatenation,” or “linking together in a chain.”

The founding members were not just lumbermen. They also included railroad men (who transport lumber) and newspaper men (who cover it with print). The organization chose as its emblem a black cat, to show its disdain for superstition, and based much of its ritual on the cat’s nine lives. Their officers were the Supreme Nine, made up of the Snark, the Senior Hoo-Hoo, the Junior Hoo-Hoo, the Bojum or Boojum, the Scrivenotor, the Jabberwock, the Cuctocacian, the Arcanoper, and the Gurdon. The overall leader was the Snark of the Universe. One of the high points of the ritual was the Embalming of the Snark, by which process he passed into the House of Ancients.
The organization is still around, Hoo-Hoo.org, but it doesn't seem as fun and irreverent as before.

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Friday, June 06, 2008

Candice Bergen

"I may not be the greatest actress but I've become the greatest at screen orgasms. Ten seconds of heavy breathing, roll your head from side to side, simulate a slight asthma attack and die a little."

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Wednesday, June 04, 2008

More Accurate Than Sex Ed In Schools

Calvin & Hobbes on how babies are made:

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Friday, May 23, 2008

High-Five Fridays #17

High-Five Fridays seems to be on hiatus; but I'm still playing.

1) Dude, Hans of AMEA, World Museum of Erotic Art has started the cool ArtCrazed.com. Now before you moan, "Oh, not another social site," let me point out the obvious: It's about art, people! Finally, you get to sit at the cool kids' table and hang out with the artistic crowd. You can hook-up with me here. Do it. You'll be one of the cool kids.

2) From The Frisky: Virgin Sacrifice: Father/Daughter Dance. It may not be "old", but it is definitely old school.

3) In honor of Loni's marriage (and because you don't like posts without naughty images), enjoy Anderson and Jan Smithers with what could be, if you peer close enough, camel toe... But at least it's breasts in little WKRP tees. (Classic TV now on video too.)



4) Kudos to Yvonne K. Fulbright at FOX (surprise!) for stating the following disclaimer at the top of her article, 7 Ways to Tell If You Are Addicted to Porn: "Author’s note: This is not an article on whether or not erotica is morally wrong. It is not an article on whether porn use is an addiction (I'll get to those great debates at another time)." At least she makes some distinctions between a problem behavior and the entire genre.

5) Why are you walking that way? Is that an erotic cane, or are you just happy to see me?

Also, I don't do these things; but as a favor to Crazy Crafty Cat Chick, I'll do the following "hit list". I'll tag no one, because I know how such things can get you killed...

  • Dhanosh

  • Marketing Myself

  • Brawny Hunk

  • Motorparasi

  • Nicksplat

  • Annette

  • Super Hero Extraordinare

  • Everyday should be Christmas

  • The Gadget Guru tech

  • Available Light

  • Dad's Dish

  • What Goes Under the Sun

  • One Quart Low

  • Stephan Miller

  • Mental Poo

  • Search for Blogging

  • Renatodoxaguia

  • Angel Baby

  • The Sleeping Turtle Art Gallery

  • Hanna

  • JollyJo

  • Olga the traveling bra

  • Concept is addict

  • Postarelibero

  • Nokhathai

  • Momreviews

  • Into the Rabbit Hole

  • Smile! Tomorrow could be a lot worse!

  • Wicked Whispers

  • Anand's blog


  • Catatonic Kid: A Mind Boiling Over

  • Discorax's House of Woot

  • Blogging from the Bog

  • Shiv's Brain

  • Secret Spiritual Dance

  • Sisters of a Different Order.

  • OMYWORD! Did I say that?

  • Letters from Exile.

  • ~From the Myst~

  • I-Ching Online.

  • The World According to Me

  • Rantings & Ramblings

  • Crazy Crafty Cat Chick.

  • The BearTwins Mom

  • Gracefully Abnormal

  • Silent Porn Star
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    Sunday, April 27, 2008

    Something Old, Something New: Barbi Benton For You

    Tonight, relaxing from a day of hunting, we are listening to records.

    Yes, good old vinyl.

    Last week, when out and about, I bought a Barbi Benton album, Something New (Playboy Records). I bought it not for the musicality (and having listened to it, there's nothing really to comment on), but for the giggle factor; I just wanted to call my sister and tell her I had a Boobie Benton LP.

    Yes, my sister and I called her Boobie Benton.

    I'm not proud of it, or anything.

    But let's face it, back then our knowledge of Ms. Benton came from her appearances on Hee Haw, and while we knew nothing of her link to Hugh Hefner, Playboy After Dark, or even that Hef and Playboy existed (yet), we weren't blind. At first, Barbi's corny sexualized costumes may have not meant much to we wee girls, but as we grew (and feared further growth) into puberty, we became more than a bit self-conscious...

    What do immature humans do in uncomfortable situations or with uncomfortable feelings? Mock the thing that brings them to mind, duh. (Note: This is normal & find for kids, but adults really should mature their minds along with their bodies.)

    So, Barbi Benton became Boobie Benton. And Adrienne Barbeau was -- you guessed it -- Adrienne Barboob. (You don't want to know what we called Connecticut Avenue when we played Monopoly without our parents around.)

    Ironically, while sis and I were often too naive to appropiately deal with our feelings about boobs, or know that Hee Haw was inspired by Rowan & Martin's Laugh-In, we both were sophisticated enough to realize that Laugh-In was the far more biting & better show.

    Back to Boobi...


    Barbi Benton was published in Playboy, including covers, but she was never a centerfold... Do you think that has to do with the relationship with Hef? Like he either felt territorial or feared accusations of cronyism? Of course, it could just have been her choice.

    But I am struck by how fresh, cute and innocent Barbi's look is compared to Hef's current type (and by that I mean the same plastic blonde bimbo look his girls have had for decades). Barbi Benton more exemplifies the original Playboy magazine ideals of sex not being dirty, that it's something everyone does, including the girl next door.

    How far Playboy has drifted in that regard... Much to my personal disappointment.

    Today Benton is still beautiful, if blonde, apparently a pottery loving interior decorator, and while her bangs live on, some think she hasn't aged well on the inside, saying, "Some women can age gracefully, trading physical beauty for inner strength. I wanted Barbi to be one of those. Instead, she is a black hole of bitterness, disconnected from reality, obsessed with the few short years she felt alive."

    Yikes. (I couldn't get the video to play, so I can't comment.)

    But the real burning question on my mind is: Where's the Internet Homage to Sugar Time!

    Sugar Time! was the short-lived television series which starred Benton (Maxx), Marianne Black (Maggie) and Didi Carr (Diane -- shown at left on Match Game, via), as a girl band ready to make it big.

    Where are the 70's TV fans who should be making pages and posts, if not an entire site, to the show? I vaguely remember it... It's sort of fuzzy -- and bouncy in my recollection. But then I must be on the right track, as it was the show which caused the term "jiggle TV" to be coined. Certainly that merits some actual archival interest, right?

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    Monday, April 21, 2008

    Talk Tease In Art

    Cult of Gracie Radio launches Wednesday, April 23, with Dr. Jane Vargas, a PhD in human sexuality & expert in tease and fetish.
    About Jane: After dating a fetishist, she started X-traordinary Talk as a hobby. It grew very quickly and she quit her job as a magazine editor to grow the business which is now nearly 15 years old. She earned her PhD in 2002, with a dissertation on the sexual expression of tease (as distinct from flirtation and seduction) and how tease has manifested in artwork thru the ages. All while raising two strong, feminist daughters.
    See the current show line-up here.

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    Wednesday, April 16, 2008

    Kids, Cover Your Eyes...

    And collectors, cover the faces on this pin, for there's a surprise according to the seller:
    Dates to the tent burlesque shows of the 1920’s to 1940’s. The risqué prize given in the boxes of candy hawked before the show to the audience patiently waiting for the show to begin. This was the top ultimate risqué prize in each and every box - if you paid the price. Risqué, look at the pin and cover the heads and hands (the secret is out). 2 ½ inch diameter. If you are around 80 years old you my remember these shows, if not, too bad, they were fun and interesting to say the least. This is a real piece of carnival and tent shows nostalgia. Yes, I bought the candy to get this wonderful prize!


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    Wednesday, March 19, 2008

    Why Chicks Pose Nude, 1963 Version

    In 1963, the nudist vs. men or skin magazines debate was a matter of censorship and obscenity, and when it came to publication, distribution and delivery, a matter of profit and survival. Nudist publications pushed themselves (and obscenity laws to the side) with principals of natural innocence and an anti-erotic stance. While this gave them acceptability, other issues arose.

    Interestingly, the issue was not always 'art v. porn' but those of 'lifestyle', 'aesthetics' and 'self-esteem'. The August 1963 issue of Nude Living (a nudist publication by Elysium, Inc.) discussed such matters with a several page-long rebuttal to Thomas Ives' "Why Great Ladies Pose Without Clothes" which appeared in the May 1963 issue of SAGA, "the magazine for men".

    Here's a snippet from Would You Pose Without Clothes?, by Alan Duncan (for Nude Living):
    Admittedly the subject of sexual freedom is touchy and open to interpretations. Other authorities, for instance, might find Dr. Hoffman a bit stuffy and pedantic in some of his conclusions, especially that displaying a lovely body is necessarily a "cheap vanity." Appearing in the nude does not always mean that character is cheapened. Along with maturity should come an enlightened attitude about sex. It is sophistry to say that the woman who enjoys for many reasons (among them being admired) appearing in the nude under controlled conditions is perforce cheap, vulgar, or immoral.
    The image of Diane Webber (from International Nudist) is included as Diane is mentioned and interviewed in the article -- and because you like to see nude chicks.

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    Saturday, February 23, 2008

    BDSM & Fetish Publication History

    Gwen's Leather/BDSM/Fetish History Scrapbook has lots of information of interest to collectors. Look by years for landmark publications, issues & publishers, as well as clubs, persons and events -- including censorship actions.

    Note: There are more female covers/images at the site, but few larger than thumbnails; hence the male & gay focused erotic works here.





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    Petting Taboo Among These Young Ladies

    "Besides petting is old-fashioned and we are modern."
    Via SpuzzLightYear.

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    Monday, February 18, 2008

    All That Flickrs

    I'm not much of a fan of Flickr -- far too many folks uploading stuff without information, credits, or even keywords/tags/labels which make much sense (whatever sense folksonomy can make). And I see far too many 'sexy self-portraits' which are anything but. I keep searching for every now and then I find something interesting, such as a collection of risque magazines, pulp book covers, photos of burlesque dancers, or something vintage & smutty with enough information to be either useful or intriguing.

    Then a light shines.

    I found Joey Harrison's set titled Mom's World. It's absolutely stunning.

    Currently 232 photos are in this set. They are excellent photographs, mostly black and white, capturing a time and its sentimentality. While the old axiom that a picture is worth a thousand words is likely true, I find one of the most charming aspects of Harrison's Flickr set is the text commentary by Harrison's mom.

    Clearly his mother is an intelligent, articulate women, with a warm sense of humor; this is easy to see in the photos she has taken as well as the photographs taken of her. But along with the commentary I find a thoughtful emotional component which endears. It's not the usual "remember when" that you'll find with many who page through their photo albums; it's not a mere analytical comparison of 'then and now' either. There is something more fierce yet elusive to define in her narrative... These are not simply quaint photos with typical anecdotes.

    I first stumbled upon the photo set seeing this photo of 'mom' in her darkroom in 1949.

    Something about the polished white jacket spoke of a determination & a professionalism that added complexity to an old photo of a pretty woman developing photos. (Her attire is explained as being her uniform for work at a doctor's office, of which you can see/read about circumcision, and other tales of medicine of the day.)

    Clicking to see a larger view, I was naturally curious about the photo in the photo -- of what seemed to be a scantily clad beauty. So I read the comments:
    I painted the room a dark rosy red and made traverse draperies of black to cover the one window. It was a warm womb for long Saturday afternoons with the Met playing softly on the radio. I totally lost track of time with the birthing of amazing black-and-white photos. Each was a miracle, over and over again. I'm as fascinated with them today as I was 56 years ago.

    There was a small downside. As relatives and friends learned of my hobby they would press exposed rolls upon me to develop. I did a few. Oh, it was agony! Drudgery! Dreary, repetitive, unartful, bland photos. (Long before automatic cameras made even dumb photos at least in focus and properly exposed!)

    Not all of the requests were refused. Jerry, smirking a little, produced a roll given him by his young brother Tony, who worked in a neighborhood beer store. Tony asked that I pul-eeze develop a roll for him. He'd been my booster since I met him as the 14-year-old son of my landlady, and he carefully kept track of telephone calls for me. His roll had been shot in the back room of the beer store of ladies of questionable reputation and groping young men, who were not exactly Ivy League! There wasn't any nudity, but a lot of hormones flowed! The props and background were strictly cases of beer. It would be pretty tame stuff by today's standards. But the photos were quite funny actually. If I can locate a negative later, I will share.

    On another occasion Jerry produced a roll given him in strictest confidence by a handsome and successful young businessman in Grand Rapids, his customer. He implored Jerry to be absolutely discreet with the photos and negatives. I took it seriously and developed and printed the roll, all full of admiration for the beautiful photos and didn't keep a single one. Jerry then yielded the tasteful prints to his customer.

    They were of a gorgeous young woman totally in the buff, posed 16 different ways. For many years, when seeing the handsome man on billboards touting his business, I would get a secret tickle. He married the girl and they raised a large Catholic family.

    The 4x5 I am pulling out of the fixer in the photo above showing a gal in her black bra, was Rose Bottegal, the wife of Jerry's Army buddy Aldo. He and Rose visited us in 1949, and while on the water in a rowboat on a steaming day, Rose shed her blouse. Wearing just her bra, she said "Just make believe this is a swimming suit top."
    If the photo drew me, the commentary mesmerized me.

    I continued to visit all 232 posts, finding each as interesting as the next for one reason or another. Here we see in photographs & ephemera covering life in the late 40's and early 50's -- in that post WWII world where America was headed for suburbia and the nuclear family, where women were to return to a domesticity which has moved generations of women such as myself to moaning and retching.

    Yet what emerges is far less threatening -- if far more emotional.




    Seeing proof of women chasing men in this time and place:


    The marriage and transformation to wife, including the wedding night:
    This could just as well have been captioned "Our Wedding Night or How a Bad Photo Resulted in a Lifetime Hobby!"

    Jerry's German camera turned out maddeningly random good or bad photos. Of course it was because we didn't know about setting it for distance, let alone shutter speed and f-stop. We posed this morning after our wedding in front of the hotel where we spent the first night of our married life. The picture turned out so badly I was motivated later to take the camera to a store to learn how to operate it and was sold a light meter. The rest is history: the beginning of better photos and a lifetime hobby.

    In the hotel room on our wedding night Jerry suggested I bathe first. Avoiding his eyes, I took a few things from a small suitcase into the bathroom: nightgown, toothbrush, and little round plastic box from Dotty's doctor.

    What a long day; it felt like it had been two or three. The shower was refreshing and good. I donned the nightgown Dotty gave me at a wedding shower. The delicate tea-rose rayon fell to the floor, skimming the body lightly, bias cut following all of the curves and hollows, wide lace panels defining upper areas. It was chaste but alluring I decided, viewing a mirrored image. Then panic struck.

    How would I get from bathroom to bed?

    I fidgeted there in the bathroom, trying to figure this out. I wasn't used to parading around in front of men in a nightgown. Suddenly in great relief I noticed my blue satin raincoat hung on the inside of the bathroom door, and put it on over my nightgown. I crept out to the bed shyly and quickly slipped under the sheets, raincoat and all. Jerry smiled slightly and went into the bathroom himself.

    The first big hurdle in married life had been met and resolved. I shed the raincoat while Jerry showered; soon he joined me under the sheets. Appropriate events ensued.


    Falling in and out of favor with his relatives:
    In this 1950 photo we were at a bar owned by Jerry's cousin Al Cimarelli and his wife, Jenny. See the "modern" shape of the bar and the chrome barstools. The seats were surely upholstered in dark red vinyl!

    Attending a PSA (Photographic Society of America) convention in Detroit the following year with photographer friends from Grand Rapids, we heard a lecture by Olga Irish, a Brooklyn portrait photographer. She chose me from the audience to come on stage and be used to demonstrate her lighting techniques – fully dressed of course. The next day the Detroit Free Press carried an article about the convention with a large photo of me posing, and all hell broke loose. One of the cousins was appointed to phone Jerry to enquire about my being in Detroit without him, staying in a hotel, not phoning them, etc., etc., all a bad thing in the eyes of these very decent, family-oriented relatives. Jerry wasn't exercising control. I lost favor fast.
    The worry and wonder (now) of what happened to Anne:


    That’s Jerry’s Uncle Jim holding his son, another Jerry, on his lap. His wife, Anne, sits in the middle. They spent that evening at our apartment, but we didn't see a lot of them. Anne was a little special, and she had spunk. She was quite pretty, dressed nicely, was animated, imaginative, and intelligent. She had talked Uncle Jim into changing the vowel at the end of their name to make it seem less Italian.

    Their life changed drastically when Uncle Jim discovered she was having a romance. Jerry told me, "Uncle Jim got rid of her right away. That day." Indeed, she disappeared from sight and conversation. There's so much left wanting here that I want to scream. A child raised without his mother. A woman probably impoverished overnight. Was she so guilt-ridden she didn't seek legal help? Was she so fear-filled and accustomed to that kind of "justice" she simply accepted it? Hers is the saddest story I know. I should say "theirs."
    From brunette to blonde...



    A baby, our 'Flickr guy,' Joey.

    All made more bittersweet with the knowledge that this pretty amateur photographer wife and her handsome younger husband would divorce... No matter how much fun it looked like they had together.


    And that one day, the cute baby boy in these photos would upload the story and the images here, to this fantasy digital world unimagined then, to be shared by us all.

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    Sunday, February 17, 2008

    "Young Marrieds are married to Peppernell"

    And divorced by what, Cannon?

    Vintage ad for Lady Peppernell Sheets (1957).

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    Gosh, I Love It When A Man Spies Old Condoms And Thinks Of Me

    Shon sends the following email alert:
    Hey there,

    I was at a comic book blog, Mighty God King when I saw he had a link to condom envelopes from the 1930's, so of course, I thought of you.

    My personal favorites are a tie between the one that says 'Salome' and the one that states simply, 'The best'. I don't know about you but when I want protection from sexual disease and pregnancy, I want a brand that identifies itself with a woman who used her seductive powers to have a good man beheaded.





    With all due respect to Shon's position, I'd have to say I have other favorites. Granted, beheading is a larger male fear in this situation, but my favorites are Poncho...


    The reasons why should be obvious.

    And Pousse L'amour.

    That's got to be (one of) my porn star names.

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    Wednesday, February 13, 2008

    The Fine Art of Wenching

    Many thanks to Will at Hang Fire Books for sending me to Vintage Girly Mags. Not only are the covers (presumed to be) lovingly scanned, but each single page of the magazine is too. The only draw-back is that there is little text, so you have to 'turn' each thumbnail to get an idea of what is inside. (As a collector I am forever bitching there is not enough text on vintage smut sites. :sigh:)

    However, 'paging' through Vintage Girly Mags is worth the effort. For example, you'd otherwise miss this gem in a 1962 issue of Wench.


    Inside, on pages 16-17 (and continued on page 68) there's an article by Jay Taylor called The Fine Art of Wenching? which, as expected, is all about how to woo babes.




    Here's an excellent passage:
    Don't blame a girl for her flaws. Time's a great healer. If she's blacker than tar, tanned is the word to use. If she's cross-eyed, tell her she's like Venus. Thin as a stick? She's willowy. If she's a runt, call her cute. If fat, a full-bodied woman. And don't pass up women past thirty, Ovid says. You're crazy if you do. They're much more skillful in love-making. They don't have to be teased, worked up to a frenzy. They're the kind, he says wistfully, that can keep up with a man. "What I like is the deal that leaves both partners exhausted," he adds confidentially, "What I hate is the girl who gives with a feeling she has too. Dry in the bed with her mind somewhere else gathering wool.

    "Duty's very well, but let's not confuse it with pleasure; I do not want any girl doing her duty for me.

    "What I like to hear are the words of utter abandon.
    But of course all this would make sense to me -- and not just because I'm one of those over 30 women either. This article is based on Ovid's Art of Love.

    So not only is 'nothing new' in seduction, but magazines haven't changed much either -- they're still recycling content.

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    Monday, January 14, 2008

    A Time For Sex Ed Innocence

    A Time For Innocence (A Kid's-Eye View of the Facts of Life) (1969) is a Fireside Book reissue of Sex and the Single Child by Sam Levenson with illustrations by Whitney Darrow, Jr. I found it at a thrift store this weekend and flipping through the pages I was smitten enough to read the back -- then take it home.


    The books are dirt-cheap at Amazon, so if you are at all charmed by what you see, grab a copy for as low as a penny; however, even if the books are cheap, I didn't want to ruin the binding on the scanner, so excuse the photos.


    "Hey, Ma. How come I'm so plain and you're so fancy?"

    If find it a bit surprising that a publication which would admit -- and not scream in horror -- that it's possible and normal for children to see their parents nude. Certainly no one in today's culture admits to such things, despite millions of people who do so. (Infants, perhaps, as we believe they cannot remember such things; but more likely they just can't talk and therefore share the secret.) How refreshing!

    Because you know I love storks:
    "The stork only brings the parts. The doctor puts them together."

    "The storks come from the Chicago stork yards."


    "I hope he doesn't scare Mommy; she's pregnant you know."

    From the back of the book:
    When Sam Levenson, as a boy, finally mustered up the courage to ask that age-old question, "Where did I come from?" he got some pretty discouraging answers:

    "When you'll have children of your own, you'll ask them."

    "Ask your mother. You're from her side of the family."

    "If God wanted us to know what's on the inside he would have put it on the outside."

    The revolution in sex education has changed all that. Today the facts of life are rampant among children, but, as Levenson points out, "One of the virtues of being very young is that you don't let the facts get in the way of your imagination."

    In a series of funny, touching, unabashed and uninhibited vignettes, Levenson--aided and abetted by the incomparable Whitney Darrow, Jr.--quotes the lovely, innocent logic of little people as they express their views of the big people's world. "The difference between men and women is that women dance backwards." "We come from seeds just like vegetables; that's why they call us human beans." All are woven together with a commentary that glows with Sam's own brand of humor and wisdom. For him, "Sex is a three-letter word which sometimes needs some old-fashioned four-letter words to convey its full meaning: words like give, care, help, kiss, feel, love; words which even a child can understand."

    All of which makes A Time for Innocence one of the most lovable exposes in years.
    The book is lovable. Filled with cute illustrations by Darrow and equally cute quotes from children.


    "Girls have the same circles on their chests as boys so the doctor will know where to put the stethoscope."
    "A lady becomes a mother when she concedes."

    "How come if there are no bull-girls, there's cow-boys?"

    "If you want girl babies you marry a lady. If you want boy babies you marry a man."


    Along with the cuteness, the humor, the warm and fuzzy feelings, are things which are perhaps not so funny.

    At first I thought this book was a product of the sexual revolution -- even a product being positive about the sexual revolution. But reading the text before the one-page cartoon panels and the pages of childish quotes, one finds a less clear message.

    From chapter one, page 12-13:
    From the time of my childhood to my child's childhood the subject of sex has passed from the less said the better to we can't stop talking about it. We are now answering more questions than our children are asking.

    We are bearing down too heavily on the minds of little children with explanations they cannot fathom. They do not yet have the emotional maturity to understand a clinical dissertation. It can be frightening.

    One of the virtues of being very young is that you don't let the facts get in the way of your imagination. Come to think of it, we gown-ups are pretty good at that sort of thing, too, especially these days when there are so many facts to choose from.

    The fanciful facts of life that our little primitives invent serve to decorate the walls of their psychic dwellings places deep in virgin forests. We expatriates feel obliged to lead them out of their sheltered caves. "This way to the truth. So sorry."

    It often happens that even after you have led the children into the clearing he will run back into the forest. Don't we all?
    Of course I believe that sex is like anything else we teach our children -- answer what they ask broken down into the size pieces they can handle. When asked by my children, "How do babies get in the mother's tummy?" I do not respond with every bit of plumbing, let alone every detail about sex positions, sexual pleasures and relationship issues. I start with the fact that part of what is required to make a baby is an egg, which is already inside a woman's body. If they ask more, I tell more; if not, that's all that's said. Until the next question is asked anyway.

    But...

    I disagree that sex education need be a "dissertation" or beyond their emotional maturity. Most education involves some element of fathomlessness, else it would be something they already know; but answers and education need not be "bearing down too heavily."

    From chapter three, pages 43-44:
    Many of our schools are now enthusiastically involved in crash courses on Sex Education for the post-potty-trained. Breeding has been added to reading. The curriculum may go from how a baby is the born in the first grade to how not to have a baby in the eighth grade.
    Really? As a child born in the 60's and in elementary school in the early 70's, I can neither remember nor imagine such things. Certainly at the tail end of elementary school we had those assemblies where we were split into two groups, male and female, and watched films which described our changing bodies; but baby making in first grade? I don't think I had finished planting a successful marigold seed or rooting a sweet potato much before then.

    Levenson continues:
    The child, it is hoped, will no longer pick up stuff in the gutter, as I did. (I must say that along with the undesirable things I picked up in the gutter there were some highly desirable items like immies, rubber bands, pennies, checkers, buttons...)

    In order to qualify for a Sex Education license (in this case an unfortunate word for certification), the applicant must have majored in Sex (at least twelve credit hours) as an undergrad and pursued (another poor choice of word) private (still worse) investigation for at least thirty-two hours, half of which must have been field work. He/She must above all show proof of a passionate commitment to La Dolce Vita family style.

    The classroom approach to sex education is scientific. A spade is called a spade, but the child is not allowed to call any part of the anatomy a spade. Correct names are recommended. This often created problems at home where the unenlightened parents call things by euphemistic and affectionate nicknames--"Your pip-pip is showing, honey." "Wipe your too-too, darling." While a pip-pip by any other name still performs certain specific functions, it is best to use dictionary rather than confectionary terms. Even when models of the human body are used, they are no longer of a neuter gender since what is seen is no longer regarded as obscene.
    And why should it be?
    One of the valuable fringe benefits of the program has been the wealth of information the parents have picked up from their children. "No kiddin', Georgie!"

    Teaching the act of love is easy. The feeling of love, without which man becomes just another animal, can be taught only by people who deeply believe in love. For the true believer love is compassion, empathy, sympathy, tenderness, devotion, benevolence, friendship, sacrifice, respect, affection, brotherhood, sisterhood, giving, receiving, exchanging--a spiritual heart transplant.
    I (continuously) object to the constant denial that human are animals and that we need to separate ourselves from them. I know this lofty goal is for our spiritual betterment (which is where religious zealots get their toes in to the conversation and legislation), but honestly, when it comes to biology we are animals; so let's stop arguing that there's another scientific taxonomy to work from.

    Next follows the three-letter word requiring four-letter words part mentioned on the back of the book, which is rather decent advice, and then...
    We must not hesitate to tell the child that love also means pain.

    It is easy to become a father or a mother. It is much harder to become a full-grown person. This is basically what true Sex Education should be about.

    The home is the first and most influential school. The way parents treat each other in the living room will help a child to understand life in the bedroom.
    I wish he had continued more about the subject of pain... I would whole-heartedly agree, but as I'm not quite sure where Levenson is heading, I'm naturally reluctant to do so. Also, the notion of a becoming a full-gown person, and that this is what Sex Ed should be about is too ambiguous. Does he mean that sex should be reserved for grown-ups? To that I agree. But he really should clarify here.

    The matter of parents and their treatment of one another at home in the living room and its relationship to life in the bedroom is a great line that I also wish he had underscored with more detail.

    I believe his intentions were to say that any discussion of sex, any Sex Education, needs to include the pragmatics of responsibility -- not just for pregnancy, but relationships and health -- but the lines were poorly drawn. (And if you argue that the book was merely a cutesy look at innocent kids in the world of grown-up matters, I'll argue right back that Levenson has preached a bit too long on what's wrong with sex ed.)

    Over all, it's a cute book, a funny book; but it's also a reminder of several things:

    * even during the sexual revolution, sex education wasn't necessarily accepted
    * pictures alone do not always tell the story

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    Saturday, December 29, 2007

    "Before I go further, I should say that I watch porn."

    Wednesday, December 26, 2007

    Sheik Fathers & Flapper Mothers, That's Why Young People Go Wrong

    Found via Infomercantile, in The Troublemakers post, was this excellent clipping:



    "WHY YOUNG PEOPLE GO WRONG"
    REV HARRY BLACK

    Pastor Free Methodist Church
    Corner West Colton Avenue and Webster Street Redlands, California

    (a newspaper report)

    PARENTS HEAR PULPIT ATTACK
    Sheik Fathers and Flapper Mothers are Assailed by Redlands Clergyman
    (Special Staff Correspondence "The Sun")


    REDLANDS, CALIF.--Sheik fathers who enjoy prize fights and jazz more than the comfort of home and children, and flapper mothers "who display the kneebone, collarbone, backbone, and wishbone," were scored in the spirited sermon preached by the Rev. Harry Black at the first of a two weeks revival at the Free Methodist Church in Redlands.

    "The automobile, sheik fathers, flapper mothers, immodest dress and lack of religious training are the causes for the downfall of many of our youth," the pastor declared in his sermon on "The Revolt of Youth, Roadside Spooning, Why Our Young People Go Wrong and Who Is To Blame." He continued:
    CROWDED AUTOS ARE ATTACKED

    "The automobile can be made a blessing or a curse, and it is both. It is a disgrace to society for four or five young folks to crowd into one seat of a car, and nothing but a base desire will lead boys and girls to do this. They should be arrested right on the spot.
    For more from this Free Tract, including the Bible on bobbed hair, see Thingsville's post with scans.

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    Friday, December 14, 2007

    Walt Disney's The Story Of Menstruation (1946)



    The companion booklet to this Kotex educational film, Very Personally Yours, contains Disney artwork yet the copies I've seen have no mention of Disney copyright.

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    Wednesday, December 12, 2007

    Where Do I Come (In)?

    Via The Marketing Whore I found Gram Ponante's talk on Creampies:
    It is when I asked about creampies that I drew blank stares.

    "It's a porn thing, right?" asked a student at San Francisco's Cordon Bleu School who had, in fact, had sex with a MILF that very morning.

    "Oh Yes."

    And this is tragic, because it is evidence that porn has made a generation of people think that male gratification doesn't exist unless evidence of it is deposited on the face, breasts, belly, ass, or windshield of one's partner.

    For a creampie is simply an internal cumshot that is then expelled or leaked from where it was deposited. It is for this reason that most men never see a creampie, because their girlfriends/spouses immediately run to the bathroom after sex, or simply mark its arrival by rolling away from it.
    I find this interesting for two reasons:

    One, it furthers my thoughts on the things we learn from our porn.

    Two, it goes along with the "Where do I come in?" postcard shown here (postmarked 1911, Theochrom Serie 1230-70) which I had just scanned.

    Imagine, a generation of people who don't know where to spew? Linked to fertility problems? Probably not. I think Gram jests a bit. But it's true that there's a greater demand for seeing ejaculate leak than ever before.

    Safer sex means (I hope!) more folks are not seeing the natural phenomenon, and so the film version is likely as erotic to them as anything else 'rare' seen in porn.

    Yup, as rare as a threesome seemed in 1911.

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    Wednesday, December 05, 2007

    As A Collector, I Could Make A Lot Of Money Off Celebrities

    As news of poor Heather Mills' 'more pornographic' photos hits the tabloids and the blogosphere, I am reminded of a few points. However, let's cover the story first...

    Heather Mills, aka Lady Macca, was known to be a model and in 2006 the first photographic proof was put on display for all the world to see. These photos came from a 1988 German sex book, Die Freuden Der Liebe (The Joys Of Love), which featured naked images of her performing sex acts on/with a male porn model. Mills 'escaped' that time, claiming the book was a "sex educational manual".



    Apparently this how-to was for the illiterate as well as the sexually ignorant as, "The filthy volume features 112 pages filled with pictures — and contains NO accompanying words." (No need to know German to enjoy the book!)



    The newly-found photos, clearly from the same shoot as they feature the same lacy red corset and stockings -- and ill-conceived pink glossy lipstick, show more than naked boobies.



    (To my collector's eye, that's clearly 80's pubic hair-covered pussy.)

    These photos are said to come from a magazine (so far unnamed & dated) and this time it's the use of text which is damning. The photo caption reads, "I'm gonna drive you crazy with my body..." which surely sounds less like a sex ed manual and more like an invitation to masturbation.

    Or maybe that's just me.

    The media feeding frenzy is all about the horrible lies -- how Mills denied & denounced that she's ever done porn, or been a prostitute. (Apparently she's also faking being blonde, but we can forgive that, I suppose.) I would say that it's more about pushing pulp (and digital ad sales). But in either case, the bottom line is that the public is fascinated. "We" must be; or the money wouldn't be made.

    Which brings me to my points.

    A) As a collector I could make a lot of money off celebrities. I could sit home all day digging through my boxes of porn, sex ed manuals, calendars, postcards, et all, looking for faces, names and identifying characteristics of celebrities, then phoning my info in to publications & reaping big financial rewards as I provide scanned evidence. But I don't.

    It's not that I have more fun things to do, and providing scans means I don't even need to damage my stash; it's just that I don't like the idea.

    In fact, I don't understand it.

    (That's point B.)

    Why are we so freaked out that people, especially beautiful people, powerful people, desirable people, have sex lives? That they were models, actors, & sex facilitators? Why, for that matter, are we surprised that they were some how compensated for this?

    Sex isn't horrible. Being paid for it, especially in a performance (really equal to that of an actor playing any role, including some atrocious character), isn't either.

    But lots of folks think it's bad. The shocking scandals couldn't push profits if it wasn't. So no wonder Mills denied such things.

    However, even if I own enough proof to sink a thousand celebrity careers (and for the most part, I am not into celebs, gossip, and those which trade in such things), I have no desire to do so.

    Another example of how taking the higher road and following your principals, leaves you with less financially? Perhaps. But in the end, sex will remain. (If it doesn't, we as a species die.)

    And I, for one, am hoping the universe or gods of smut will honor me, not with 1,000 virgins, but with some sort of smutty afterlife. Maybe even let me keep my smut collection.

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    Monday, December 03, 2007

    Stripping Girls

    In 1998, photographer Anton Corbijn & artist Marlene Dumas joined forces for an exhibit in 2000 called Strippinggirls, and this is what the photographer had to say about it:
    I was determined NOT to make a journalistic, documentary kind of photography. Nor was I out to create glamorous images - there are already so many around. Instead I wanted to try out some new things that I have been playing with recently and I figured that some would go quite well with this project. First the idea that striptease could have some of the attraction for people that the old freak shows used to have. I ended up using computer manipulation - making tiny changes so that you really gave to look for them, close-up like in a peepshow. Then the 4-letter words; in England these usually gave sexual connotations, so I used 4-letter words for feelings that the strippers might gave rather than the viewers, albeit a little ambiguously. Next were the very normal portrait photos of 5 girls, shot outdoors in Amsterdam; displaying the information regarding their profession might make you look at them differently. No discussion was intended about comparisons between painting and photography - I personally was merely interested to see how someone else tackles the same subject, under the same circumstances, albeit with different tools. The main difference in working seems to be that I struggle more at the start of the project (the shoot) and Marlene more in the latter phase of it (the actual painting). That is a pretty mundane observation which would seem obvious from the start anyway. Shooting next to Marlene brought out some anxieties - when looking at her polaroid's I was sure her way of shooting was far superior to mine, which was an interesting aspect I discovered in myself - I am worried about comparisons in the same discipline but not at all in a different medium. This kind of unease never lasted long, it was my uncertainty as it concerned shooting a subject unknown to me, a contrast with my day work. I adore Marlene's work and would swap my photographs for her paintings any time, but not because I necessarily think they would be better or compare them that way with my work, it is just because I love painting, and I believe that deep down I am a frustrated painter. The only envy there is one which is based on the freedom in time, the delay of a decisive moment, and the independence from reality that Marlene has to create. But if anything I think that this project brought me (as a person) closer to my own work.




    These are a few of Corbijn's photos from that project.

    The peep-shows:




    The four-letter words:




    The portraits:




    A catalogue of the museum show can be found on the photographer's website, where he writes:
    It is not a documentary or a comparison between the two artforms but just two people tackling the same subject in different ways. The way we operated was to always go together to meet and photograph the girls and then work it out in our own ways afterwards. All the work was done in Amsterdam between late 1998 and spring 2000. I have used three different methods of approach with 5 works for each direction and Marlene has 15 paintings in total as well. I enjoyed the collaboration enormously.
    Found via Sexuality In Art; more photos at the LipanjePuntin Contemporary Art Gallery.

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    Of Storks & Babies

    My friend collects vintage storks, as do I, so when I spotted this card, I had to post it here:

    A bonnie Scotch laddie wi' kilties to his knees kin nay do wi'out ye, an' yearns to bae your cheese cake. He kenn hoo to play the bagpipe un hae muckle siller, un your only trouble will be the keeping o' his knees warm, in fact most o' your troubles will be little ones. Dinna pass him up.

    May the collector with the bigger budget win. lol

    Storks are fertility symbols and I've long wondered why. They aren't particularly cuddly looking... Too pointy to have near delicate babes. Which is why I collect them. Maybe if I see enough of them I'll figure something out. But so far, no luck.

    I asked my German grandma because I remember her talking about actual "stork children".

    She said storks were lucky; so, therefore, were folks who had babies. But I pushed about the old fable.

    She said that the souls of the unborn lived in watery areas such as marshes and ponds and in the caves and rocky areas around them -- the "Adeborsteine" or "storkstones" -- and that storks, who frequented both such watery places and the steep rock crevasses, were the creatures who fetched the souls as babies & delivered them to their parents.

    This, of course, from a woman who thought that she was dying when she got her period and she had no knowledge of such things. So it could be complete BS, yah?

    But I did some searching for 'storks' and 'Adeborsteine' and found this. So she isn't nutty -- or at least she's no more nutty than the rest of our German ancestors. *wink*

    She had no info to offer on this old post... Do you yet?

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    Thursday, November 29, 2007

    Butt Wonder

    I spotted this old doctor's exam table in a thrift store of all places.


    I couldn't help but wonder how many butts had sat on that table... It might be an icky thought, but it was also part of the appeal -- oh, if that table could talk!


    How many legs were hoisted into the air above it... Yes, the rest of the metal stirrup parts were in one of the drawers; but did the doc ever get down & dirty on that exam table? Are stirrups standard issue -- were they when this old exam table was new?

    :sigh: So many questions, not enough space. At least not enough for me to convince hubby we could get it -- of course my 'romantic' questions didn't exactly sell him either. *wink*

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    Tuesday, November 06, 2007

    Finding The Parents' Stash

    Secondhand Rose recalls her first exposure to adult magazines:
    I must have been about 10 years old or so when I found my parents stash of porn. My sister and I were home alone, playing hide-and-seek in the house. I went to hide in the one space I knew she'd never find me -- the one space I'd also be afraid to seek in for fear of a person jumping out at me -- our crawlspace.

    ...After a few heart-pounding minutes in the arid space, I turned on the light (which could never shine through to the other side as the door fit tightly and it was daytime anyway) and looked for something to occupy myself. I poked in the box closest to the door. That's where I found the then-current porn magazines.

    I flipped through them, saw all the photos. Mostly women with their come-hither stares, big and wild hair (both on their heads and covering their genitals), and glossy lips. I didn't feel much of anything at first. Certainly not uncomfortable, for I continued to flip through the pages of first one magazine, then another and another. Until I hit an illustration.

    I think it was an advertisement for a bondage swing, but I can't really recall... This paper-white woman with ink-black hair was set against a vivid purple square. Her fascinating red lips were pursed around a ridiculously large black circle, its black lines drawn against that white-white skin, holding the ball in place in her mouth. Her body was also bound in the leather strips, providing more black lines against white skin -- lines to read between. This woman was bound, apparently suspended from what I could only imagine was a ceiling painted as grape as the walls, and naked she sat, or swung, on display in a position similar to my sit-squat against the wall. Splayed. Bound. Gagged.

    Instead of being disgusted, or even confused, I was mesmerized.
    Photo via Flickr.

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    Thursday, October 25, 2007

    Picking Up Girls Made Easy


    Listen to the pick-up system no girl can resist. As long as you're both in 1975.

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    Sunday, October 14, 2007

    Molly Grows Up, Sex Ed Film, 1953

    Wednesday, August 29, 2007

    This Is *So* Going On The Sidebar

    I've just been referred to as "the lusciously intellectual silent porn star" -- by none other than the Gloria Brame!

    Yes, that Gloria Brame, Ph.D., ACS. Author, therapist, sex expert and all-around extraordinary woman.

    She dubbed me thus in this post about Hilda (who I mentioned briefly here).

    Would it be too much -- too insecure -- for a lusciously intellectual person to say this ranks up there with the birth of her children? (I have 3, so if I say this ranks in my Top Ten Cool Moments, would that be OK?)

    Thanks, Gloria. I'm as giddy and twitchy as if you stood before me with a switch.

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    Sunday, August 26, 2007

    Keats Still Inspires

    Show here is a reproduction of The Townley Urn "made famous by the inspired poem, Ode on a Grecian Urn, by John Keats (1795-1821)."

    Keats still inspires, and as Secondhand Rose says, the poem explains the bliss of orgasm denial.

    Now that's art.

    Via Gloria Brame.

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    Tuesday, August 07, 2007

    The Regency Period Piece (Or, The Fashion of Smut) Part One



    In The Truth Revealed: What Do Regency Ladies Really Wear Under Those Thin Yet Elegant Empire Dresses? Ms. Place uses an etching of the period, attributed to Thomas Rowlandson (shown here hand colored by another artist), to address the matter of what lay beneath the dress of this period.



    Says Ms Place:
    This caricature depicts the staircase leading to the Great Room at Somerset House in Pall Mall, which was where the members of the Royal Academy exhibited their paintings. The stairway to the Great Room was steep and long, and undoubtedly tough to negotiate during crowded days.

    Rowlandson's caricature speaks to the popular perception that there were two kinds of viewers who came to Somerset House: Those who wanted to see the paintings and sculptures, and those who came to ogle the ladies whose legs and ankles were exposed walking up those prominent stairs.

    I myself was a bit reluctant to take an artist's bawdy renderings (seriously the sort of etchings one might be invited up to see sometime *wink*) as the only proof of such fashions. For example, one must consider matters of propriety, hygiene, and class when looking at fashion. Was this really typical?

    Knowing a (wee) bit about historical fashions (and costumes), I do recall that Regency fashions were inspired by classic Grecian dress (though also, for added options, using Egyptian and other designs as well. In any case, what we have here are very simple gowns, like night gowns really, and as such this affected the options in undergarments.

    There were layers of undergarments, but they were limited or rather modified from the undergarments of the previous fashions (and the following fashions as well). It is both the lighter, or diaphanous, dresses and the lighter undergarments which caused folks to consider the high fashions of 'the youth' to seem reckless, daring, and baring. (As the mocking illustration exaggerates.)

    There were indeed layers of undergarments. Beneath the gown the following garments were worn:

    1) A chemise, or shift. Meant to protect the outer clothes from perspiration, this was made of white cotton and was washed more frequently than outer clothes.

    2) A corset. Corsets were not worn directly next to the skin but over the chemise (again, to keep the corset cleaner as the chemise is easier wash). However, this corset has shorter stays, extending just below the breasts, and lighter 'control' than earlier corsets; not like the Victorian corsets most are familiar with.

    3) A petticoat. Worn between the true 'underwear' and the outer dress, the petticoat was usually longer than the dress, which meant it would be seen and therefore often had a fancy hem full of lace and/or ruffles. This was not just a come-hither bit of frou-frou; petticoats longer than the dress meant the hem of the petticoat(s) would be dirtied &/or damaged and not the dress hem. Hence, they were practical.

    And, of course, 4) stockings.

    You, astute reader, will note that these underthings for women are crotchless -- not in the tawdry adult-store-panty way of today, but in the 'skirts' not 'pants' sort of a way. This for several reasons:

    Number one, because this was a world sans elastic and a woman would have a very difficult time hefting all the skirts to untie a waistband and drop drawers.

    Number two, clothing was both expensive and a bitch to launder (and by 'bitch' I mean it was hard work, involving coarse soap and boiling water, and it was terribly rough on fabrics). Keeping clothing as clean as long as possible -- and keeping clothing intact as long as possible -- was something nearly all wished for. So, crotchless undergarments for women it was. (And not only the Regency period either.)

    Which begs, of course, the question of menstruation (we are discussing Regency "Period Fashions" after all! *wink*)

    While blood may be thicker than water, a woman may not hold it; so what did women do about their cycles?

    Well, for one thing, the average Regency woman did not need to worry about her monthly curse -- at least not monthly. Don't just take my word for it; see what Iryce Baron, 2007 UIAA Educator of the Year, has to say about it:
    In most non-industrial cultures, girls do not reach menarch until they are well into their teens. During the Regency and Victorian periods, most girls in Britain and the US began to menstruate sometime between the ages of 15-17. I believe the average age of menstruation in the US now is around 12.5 years old.

    In addition, once girls began to menstruate in the 18th and the 19th centuries, they did not have continuous menstrual cycles each month, interrupted only by 2.5 pregnancies, as is now the statistical average in most postindustrialist Western nations. Middle class to upper class women, married in their early twenties (working class women even earlier) and would have been pregnant and nursing for much of their adult lives. ...many of them would have had very few menstrual cycles in their entire lifetimes.

    ...For most of the time that humans have been around on this planet, females were not undergoing the hundreds of menstrual cycles they now find is de rigeur to experience.
    So this is likely why the women didn't leave bloody trails in Rowlandson's work. Oh yeah, Rowlandson! Where did we leave him? Oh yes, it seems his piece isn't accurate regarding female fashions...

    Was Rowlandson actually fooled by fashion? Fashion-Era.com, on the matter of Regency underthings, says:
    The pantaloons were made of light stockinet in a flesh toned nude colour and reached all the way to the ankles or to just below the knee. This is why Empire women often appear to be wearing no underwear when seen in paintings of the era. The flesh tone pantaloons acted in just the same way under clothes as they do today when a women wears a flesh toned bra and briefs under white or pastel trousers and top.
    Could Rowlandson have been so fooled? It's possible.

    It is also possible that Rowlandson's etching is erotica and so is not reflective of the dress at the time as it is of fantasies.

    But, and this could just be the smut collector speaking, in this etching by Rowlandson I see two peoples -- the do'ers and the watchers. (And even the timeless question of art vs. pornography with shades, like erotica.) Here Rowlandon's ceratinly drawn lines (oh, the puns -- I cannot resist them, you know!) between the groups of people... Could the etching be satirical or otherwise a social commentary?

    Well, as is the case often, if I had but Googled the artist I would have found this at the Davidson Galleries:
    Rowlandson's many comic illustrations offered humorous commentary on the political and social conventions of his day.
    Sure, I could have Googled the artist first and skipped all the information and myth-information on fashion, undergarments and menstruation -- but where, I ask you, is the fun in that?

    Stay near; more on Rowlandson soon, my pets.

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    Friday, July 20, 2007

    Who's The Greatest Person InSex History?

    Just found the Sex History Show, which offers Internet radio, podcasts &/or MP3 downloads on topics of sex history, as well as show transcripts and forums etc.

    I'll be adding the site to the ol' sidebar in just a bit, but I wanted to point out Episode #003 - Greatest. here's part of the transcript:

    Randal: So, John. On our last show you promised you'd introduce us to the most important person in the history of sex.

    Allie: Well, I think an obvious answer is Alfred Kinsey[1]. He changed everything we thought we knew about who we were sexually.

    John: Sure, Kinsey showed us what was out there, but he didn't change what was possible. That took a lot of other people to make happen.

    Randal: Well, how about Anthony Comstock[2] who brutally repressed free-thinking about sex for a century?

    John: Another good choice, but my choice for the most important person in the history of sex is ... well, let's hear from her.

    Sanger: "No woman can call herself free who does not own and control her body. No woman can call herself free until she can choose consciously whether she will or will not be a mother."

    Sanger: "A free race cannot be born of slave mothers. "[3]

    Allie: Hey! That's Margaret Sanger! She started Planned Parenthood[4]!

    John: Yes, though it was called the American Birth Control League when she founded it in 1921.

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    Monday, July 02, 2007

    Education In Porn

    After a screening of Hot and Bothered:Feminist Pornography, there was a group discussion regarding women and porn, featuring Jack Hafferkamp of Libido, Carolyn Caizzi from Early to Bed Productions, and Becky Goldberg, the maker of the documentary. Most interesting stuff:
    Woman [In the audience]: I'm back in school at DePaul, working a lot with anthropology and the idea of sex and how it empowers women, etc. Basically, answering this lady in asking you, I guess, the idea of sex, anthropologically speaking, is a power dynamic and there are many women whose agenda has been to, because they felt wounded, because they had felt raped or pillaged or whatever we go through in our society, that sex is kinda scary. So I think what you are up against is a bunch of fear from this society that's been told that the power dynamic is really that and you're trying to say "trust"-that the power dynamic can be really healthy and it can be good and so what if there's somebody in bed that's stronger, one weaker, what the gap is. How do you guys feel about that?

    Becky: I think it's partly an uneducation or an unsocialization and I think that really in our society, porn might not be fully accepted. I think that's how it is. But I definitely think the communication needs to happen, more so than it does now in our culture. I think that the communication between parents and their children needs to be more open, the sex education that happens in the schools. People on a base level need to be more comfortable with their sexuality, in general. Before you get to whether or not you want to watch porn, it's like you have to be OK with who you are, OK with your body. From my perspective, I think one of the common problems feminist pornography has from getting out there is that women don't even think that they can watch pornography and that it's not even made for them, so why would they even go there? So I think, though, at its base, it has to do with education.
    Image via PostSecret.

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    Monday, June 11, 2007

    Leona Chalmers, Mother of Menstrual Cups

    In 1937, Leona Chalmers seems to have produced the first commercial menstrual cup.


    It was remarkably similar to cups made today.


    The Tass-ette Cup could not out-sell Kotex, which is rather like cups today -- women prefer to use paper products rather than cups when dealing with the curse.

    For more on Tass-ette and menstrual cup history, Mum.org.

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    Friday, May 25, 2007

    Live A Plush Sex Life


    "These cuddly cloth dolls are great for playtime and can also be used as sex education props when explaining the human reproductive cycle to boys and girls ages 3 to 9." Amamanta Family Dolls



    Found at Sensible Erection, apparently the image was saved on their pc and they have no information... If you know anything about this doll or others like it, please do let me know!



    The maker of the Fetus Popple says, "I made this 3 years ago for Embryology class, and I was inspired by the Knitted Digestive System to post it here. The concept is ripped off of Popples, those vaguely mammalian stuffed toys that 20-somethings might remember; they could turn inside-out with a little pouch-thing on their back, so that all you could see is their tail sticking out of a little ball. I thought the gimmic would be a useful way of illustrating the various pouch-within-a-pouch structure of fetal membranes."





    More plush sex dolls, note the strange proportions?



    Quasi related, these stuffed tampon dolls. (I link to Slip's post as the vendor appears to be out of them now.)

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