Now I know I have even fewer readers than my friend over at the Larryville Chronicles, but I do know that there are a couple of people out there who wish this blog were updated sooner. If you ever find yourself wishing I would post an entry, here's someplace you can go:
Raul Z. Duke's Style of Eye
There are two main things to recommend this blog: his entries are more insightful than mine, generally, and he collects a lot of images. Look, for example, at this great retrospective on Penthouse covers. Very nice work, full of nostalgia for those of us who grew up with access to only two adult magazines, Playboy and Penthouse. Penthouse, of course, was the really dirty one, the one that made you feel delightfully unclean after you finished. Duke reminds us that sleazy ain't always easy, and as clumsy as they may appear, there is still an artist behind all those cheap-looking images. I also love his appreciation for horror/exploitation posters. And his ability to appreciate truly good-looking men without tainting his heterosexuality.
The only disadvantage is that his blog updates even less than mine does.
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5 comments:
Aw Matt, I check your blog every time I check Nog's, which may not be saying much at this point, but I'm always excited to see what new insight into the male mind you offer.
I'm still waiting for your entry on redheads, though. :)
Thanks, Mindi. Redheads are on the way. Hopefully this week.
Thanks for the reading tip.
Those Penthouse covers are totally art!
Also, Monica Belucci...perhaps a future entry on Babes We'd Bone?
I saw a Penthouse before I ever saw a Playboy, I think forever skewing my mind...I assume these things are better worked up to. The spread I most remember was a pyschiatrist/patient pictorial where a female doctor hypnotized her female patient, then lifted up her skirt after the patient was "out". Various sapphic entanglements ensued. I couldn't articulate at the time what made the spread so overwhelming to my young teen brain, but boy was it ever!
Some time later I remember finding a number of ripped out pages of a truly, truly dirty magazine and being stunned even more than the Penthouse experience. I'm pretty sure I trolled the streets of my neighborhood for two to three years afterwards, eyes trained on the gutters at all times, hoping I would hit the gutter porn jackpot just one more time. Alas...
What does all of this have to do with Dr. C's apologies for infrequent blogging? Nothing, of course. It's just that when these memories start flooding back, one shouldn't stop them!
That sounds like a great photoplay! These kinds of memories are meant to be shared. In fact, I encourage everyone to share these memories of our "first times."
The girl on girl action in Penthouse was one of the best things about it--I wish I'd seen this particular photoplay, since it has some elements of my favorite fantasies.
I don't know if it's best to work up to these things or just go balls deep. My first experiences, of course, were gutter porn of the truly, truly dirty variety to which you allude.
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