January 29th, 2020 -- by Bacchus
A few months ago, I mentioned an intended blog post I have yet to write about the conflicting narratives of Linda Lovelace with regard to her experiences making Deep Throat:
This story involves Linda Lovelace, famous to oldsters like me for her uninhibited performance in the now-vintage porn movie Deep Throat. At some point after she had long been retired from the business, she partnered up with anti-porn activists and a book was released in her name detailing her negative experiences during her porn career. Without going into too much detail, I just want to say that it’s a struggle to reconcile her post-porn account of her coercive experiences with the scenes actually visible on 16mm film. Some of her contemporaries from the production, interviewed about her modern account of negative experiences, seem to struggle likewise. But again, who am I to call her account into question? That’s why my post about Linda Lovelace is the blog post that’s gone unwritten longer (by at least a decade) than any other partially-formed posting notion that’s ever passed through my head.
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I’m not old enough to have seen Deep Throat in a movie theater, but I’m old enough to have stumbled over a 1970s dirty book on a paperback swap rack. That book, too, had Linda Lovelace’s name on it. And that narrative was upbeat and empowered. The positive tone of the narrative voice in that book matched Linda’s performative presentation in her movies.
Who am I to call her account into question? You can’t ask that question without also asking: which account? They can’t both be true!
I still haven’t written that blog post. But I did just stumble over a 1982 interview with Harry Reems in Porn Stars magazine where he brought up the conflicting Lovelace narratives. At first it seems to have been a joke, but when the interviewer pursued the topic, he gave what appear to be serious answers:
At least now I know my ancient memory of her upbeat 1974 book is real!
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January 27th, 2020 -- by Bacchus
The following comes from a thread by Dr. Bob Nicholson (aka “The Digital Victorian”) on Twitter, excerpting a series of 1892 newspaper reader responses on the question of how to “manage a husband”. This letter sounds to my modern ear more like a dominatrix’s online marketing copy than a true and real account of three marriages:
I found myself curious about the greater context of Mary Louse B.’s concluding quatrain, so of course I had to look it up. It’s half of a poem:
A Useful Hint
By Aaron Hill (1685—1750)
TENDER-HANDED stroke a nettle,
And it stings you for your pains;
Grasp it like a man of mettle,
And it soft as silk remains.
‘Tis the same with common natures,
Use them kindly they rebel;
But be rough as nutmeg graters,
And the rogues obey you well.
Or, as Spanking Blog once described this poem: “Bad horticultural data from Aesop, recycled as unpleasant management advice.”
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January 25th, 2020 -- by Bacchus
Remember video games, as they were back in 1982? They were kinda blocky and beepy. With a couple of notable exceptions, they also weren’t the least bit erotic. But people understood that wouldn’t last forever!
And that’s how Porn Stars magazine came to devote two full pages of their September/October 1982 issue to porn games of the future, as imagined by eight of the biggest names in porn. Their headline was Future Vid-Sex Games: Porn Stars Predict Tomorrow’s Turn-Ons. Ron Jeremy had an idea for a damp and smelly Missile Command clone called Penile Command:
Keepin’ it classy, Ron! I’m surprised nobody ever made that one… sure I am.
January 23rd, 2020 -- by Bacchus
There’s a clever visual pun in this 1980s porn magazine centerfold poster of Annie Sprinkle posing (and peeing) next to an automatic sprinkler sign. Clever, that is, by the heavy-handed comedic standards of the porn industry of that era:
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January 21st, 2020 -- by Bacchus
If you’ve ever wondered about so-called raincoat flashers and why they do what they do, I can’t help you. But this cartoon seems designed to illustrate one possible mental model of what they hope will happen. Yeah, dream on:
I can’t quite fully read the artist signature, but it’s perhaps something like “Kai Lestar”?
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January 20th, 2020 -- by Bacchus
Anybody can kiss a glass dildo. But it takes a porn queen like Sabina Rouge (seen here in last October’s Hustler magazine) to really sell it like this:
The credited photographer has the unlikely name of Victor Lightworship and his photos make it plain that talented dildo kissing is not Sabina’s only contribution to the world of easy-to-enjoy pornography:
If it’s been awhile since you laid your hands on an actual paper copy of a porn magazine, you’re missing out! But it’s not, strictly speaking, necessary. Hustler makes its magazines available through a Digital Access program; joining Hustler Megapass is probably the easiest way to get them.
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January 19th, 2020 -- by Bacchus
This cautious bit of lesbian pussy licking is from the January 1982 issue of Adult Cinema Review:
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