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Tuesday, June 11th, 2024 -- by Bacchus
Sure, it’s not a yacht, but that’s nice woodwork. Not at all a blue-collar watercraft:
Sorry, I don’t have a source for this vintage porn photo. But I do have some dude on Mastodon who is at pains to explain to me that those rich people in the western Mediterranean whose boats are getting violenced by orcas aren’t genuinely rich, no, they’re just hard-working middle-class people out enjoying the ocean on their annual weeks of paid leave from their work-a-day jobs. In their totally-not-a-yacht pleasure sailboats.
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Thursday, March 21st, 2024 -- by Bacchus
Whoever organized this orgy did a terrible job. That’s harsh, perhaps, but not I think unfair. The gender ratio of three women to seven men is not completely unworkable, but it becomes so if all the men just stand around with their peckers in their hands doing nothing. With a deep bench like these fellows have, there’s no excuse not to have at least four hands and two tongues touching each woman at all times:
From the vintage porn magazine Porno Club #6.
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Monday, November 13th, 2023 -- by Bacchus
I don’t care how your arousal wiring is connected, there’s no way that this wouldn’t be a distraction to see during your morning commute. “Yes, Bob, Chopper 5 eye-in-the-sky is on the scene, and there does indeed seem to be a slowdown on the 409 this morning, some sort of traffic disturbance…”
Photo is from the amazing collection of vintage gay porn at BJ’s Land.
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Thursday, November 9th, 2023 -- by Bacchus
Her lips aren’t wrapped around his impressive schlong yet, but judging by her anticipatory smile, that’s about to change:
From Vintage Lust.
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Thursday, August 24th, 2023 -- by Bacchus
From a 1960s-vintage color slide, origin otherwise unknown:
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Sunday, July 9th, 2023 -- by Bacchus
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Wednesday, May 10th, 2023 -- by Bacchus
Hey, y’all, I have a magic link for you. Click it (or better yet, open it in a new tab) to see a random vintage porn magazine:
Random Vintage Porn Magazine
How does it work? Casey made a thing called the Archive Stumbler. It lets you random-surf any collection at the Internet Archive. I used it to build the link above, featuring about 3,300 magazines in the Vintage Men’s Magazines collection at the Archive. Try it, it’s fun!
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Monday, November 28th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
Looking at this vintage erotic photo I honestly can’t tell whether these topless women in nice but not exotic-for-its-time lingerie are at a lesbian orgy, a sorority slumber party, or an extremely informal lineup at a small brothel. So to hell with it. I just made up a title that incorporates all of those possibilities!
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Thursday, March 31st, 2022 -- by Bacchus
I’m sorry this image is so small and degraded, but the scan I have is the scan I have. I think it actually says a lot about the circumstances of its production. The man whose dick our heroine is sucking here is perhaps not literally shy; he’s likely standing on a chair behind that curtain because he doesn’t want to appear in the photo. Which means this particular porn artifact was produced long enough ago that hard core porn production was actively illegal, and you could go to jail for it. The men who made the porn, obviously, were perforce less concerned about the legal welfare of their models, but their own precious face in the porn? No way!
This is an example of what I think of as “wallet porn” — guys would sometimes collect them like postcards, but often they would just buy a single photo from that dubious newsstand or the funky bookstore you could find in larger cities. They’d often then carry them around in their wallets, which was handy for “reference” during quiet private moments. The die-cut scalloped (deckled) edge was popular in the 1950s (ish) which fits for a time period when society was pretty hostile to pornographers.
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Tuesday, December 14th, 2021 -- by Bacchus
This pair of very similar images are actually the payload from a vintage erotic stereogram aka stereograph or stereo card:
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Tuesday, September 28th, 2021 -- by Bacchus
Back in the day when enemas were considered to be part of the routine arsenal of home healthcare treatments, there were quite a few inventive clyster-contraptions. This particular arrangement, though, with what appears to be a small hand-operated pressure pump and a pressurized reservoir, seems to not have been the dominant technology, as it’s pretty rare to see in the enema-fetish imagery:
Via Kinky Delight.
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Wednesday, February 3rd, 2021 -- by Bacchus
Remember the photo of the padlocked plywood crate of Army porn that surfaced during the first decade of the Forever War in Iraq and Afghanistan? Well, a rumor has reached my ears of a mid-20th-century Navy porn trove in Antarctica. Not only is it substantial in size, it may well lie under the ice to this day, frozen in eternal preservation.
But I am ahead of myself. Our outposts in Antarctica have their own peculiar cultures and rituals, as all human communities do. If you’ve heard of naked polar bear plunges into the Arctic Ocean at various northern outposts, well, they do stuff like that along the coast of Antarctica, too. Bathing suits are sometimes seen, but in general it’s a clothing-optional-or-discouraged operation, except of course for your mandatory safety line.
So I was reading an amusing blog post that touches on all this: Stupid Traditions – Cold, Naked and Dumb. And there, as an almost-throwaway background historical detail, was this intriguing mention of the frozen porn cache, buried away somewhere deep in the snow.
An Antarctic culture, such that it is, didn’t happen until after the International Geophysical Year in 1957. That’s when year long habitation on the continent began and all the governing international bodies were established. But the culture on the ground wasn’t established by Antarctic treaty and the program managers heading their respective Antarctic programs, nor the first explorers, not even the transitory researchers. For the American program, the founding culture comes from the 1950-1980s enlisted men of the Seabees of the US Navy. Please allow your imagination to go wild with the Venn diagram of Navy, very old Navy traditions, inventive construction workers, and all men in their early to mid 20s. Accordingly, the base culture of Antarctica got a firm fraternity-like stamp. As part of the de-Navifying the stations when the NSF took over, the vintage old porn that used to be all over the place got buried in giant tri-wall boxes (note the plural) somewhere in the snow.
Emphasis, as they say, added by me. That’s all I know. The rest is speculation.
So, sometime in the early 1980s, the word came down. There’s a new sheriff in town. And probably civilian women! We gotta police up all this porn that’s, you know, knee deep in the rec areas. Put it in boxes and bury it out in the snow, it’ll be fine. This new civvie program may not last, we can always dig it up again when they all go home.
Let’s point out that Navy men are famously well-travelled. We’re probably not talking about Playboys and Hustlers and random titty magazines. If you’re headed to Antarctica in 1963 or 1972 you’ll want to curate the porn you put in your sea bag. You’re going to take only the best stuff! This might well include the high-dollar semi-illegal publications you bought on leave in Amsterdam or some French seaport. The starting point for our imaginations, in thinking about this collection, should probably be the Color Climax type stuff.
So, you might be wondering, what the hell is a “giant tri-wall box”? I can’t find information on common sizes, but tri-wall boxes are apparently made of super-thick cardboard, and the one (modern-ish) photo I found suggests they are dimensioned variably to fit on the different sizes of common wooden freight pallets:
Now think about the future. Specifically, think about future archeologists. When they come to excavate the historical sites of early Antarctic exploration, you think they won’t have millimetric ice-penetrating radar/magic that lets them find everything that was ever lost and buried in the ice? Sure, a lot of it is garbage — but what do archeologists love more than rummaging in ancient garbage?
Thus it seems to me completely inevitable that this enormous trove of well-preserved vintage porn, buried and lost now for forty years, will someday rise again from the ice. Even if it all got saturated at some point in a freeze/thaw cycle, photos printed on glossy clay-coated paper don’t quickly smudge or run. If you’ve ever seen water-damaged magazines, what tends to destroy them is mold, mildew, and insect damage. Not much of that in the ice! What’s more, these were technical people. They probably had 8mm porn loops, too. And a lot of those came in tightly-sealed metal film cannisters.
Who says archeology isn’t a fun job?
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Sunday, April 28th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
In modern porn, it’s not unusual for sisters, or even twins, to be recruited for shoots; the novelty value is considerable. The women in this vintage photo look similar enough to make me wonder, albeit not for the first time, if the practice is older than commonly supposed:
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Saturday, January 5th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
Ticks? Chiggers? Mosquitoes? Very small bears? Don’t worry about it, get busy and shag in the woods!
Photo is from the 1978 porn movie Hot Lunch.
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Thursday, August 17th, 2017 -- by Bacchus
One of the most wonderful things about vintage erotica is that it’s often impossible to describe in words without offending someone. For instance, if I describe this as two women “playing doctor” I might be accused of infantalizing them and reinforcing sexist stereotypes of male-only professionalism. Likewise if I go with the “student nurses” tag that’s attached to various fragments of this set in places on the internet. However if I go the other way and describe this as an erotic medical exam, I’ll offend medical people who’ll huff that this sort of play violates all medical ethics, can never happen, and should never be ascribed to purported professionals. See? I cannot escape all the winning!
Nonetheless I was delighted to discover this set of sixteen vintage “doctor and patient” erotic photos. The participants are clearly delighted to be on camera, the play is tame to the point of innocence, and really all it needs is kittens and puppies to be any more perfect. I’m guessing that at some point the “Doctor” found out that the “Patient” has been ignoring doctor’s orders (smoking? unsafe sex?) because the medical exam eventually concludes with a mild spanking scene…
Sadly the collection as I found it was in the form of tiny scans (many no more than about 200 pixels wide) from the 20th-century “slow modems” era. I’ve put many Patreon-enabled hours (hint hint) into reverse image searches to try and expand the “10/P” collection (“10/P” being the identifying mark placed on the negatives or perhaps the prints by the photographer and/or publisher). I’ve also worked hard to find larger, higher-quality scans. In the end these searchers were, inevitably, only partially successful. The photos you see here are the best results I could assemble for you: lightly cleaned up, cropped as necessary and where practical, and regularized to 320 and 512 pixel sizes. If anybody out there has more images from this set, or larger cleaner scans of these images, please get in touch!
For purists, each photo appearing here is linked to the unaltered version from which I “regularized” it. Because I had to choose between multiple different source scans of the same photo in some cases — sometimes using a larger scan with less visual detail or clarity — I’ve assembled a zip set of all the originals and made it available to my Patreon patrons. (I figure that anybody who shares this level of obsessive interest in photographic provenance with me would have to be among my patrons, right? Right?)
“Your shoulder sounds good, now let’s see what kind of noises your boobs are making.”
“Doctor, are you hearing yourself?”
“Clearly this medical exam can go no further until we both shuck these heavy skirts off.”
“Could not hear your boob properly with my dress on, let’s try again!”
“Now bend over! I can’t hear your lungs if the photographer can’t see your pretty bottom, dear.”
“All right, time to check you for liver and kidney noises…”
“Well, doctor, what do you think? Have I convinced you yet that I’m younger and prettier and healthier than you?”
“Hmmm, we’ll see, this medical exam is not over yet. I need to look down your throat and check you for … uh, cold sores, yeah, cold sores.”
“Hey, what’s this I see? Pubic hairs? The same color as my husband has? And you think it’s funny to laugh right into the bell of my stethoscope? Why, I ought to slap your tits so hard they fall off!”
“I’ll make you pay, you little shameless hussy!”
“Doctor, I don’t have to put up with this from you! Because I have heeded the wise words of John Willie and you have not! So you’d better put down that stethoscope. Don’t worry, you’ll be able to hear what I’m about to do to you just fine without it!”
Folks, I hope you enjoyed this image set. The curation effort at this level of detail literally consumed an entire corporate-style full-length work day. This is the sort of work I’d like to do all the time, but it’s simply not possible; most days, I have to do too many other things to pay the bills. If you would like to see more work like this, please consider supporting my Patreon. No pledge is too small to be helpful!
Tuesday, November 22nd, 2016 -- by Bacchus
There’s a very real sense in which it’s not proper vintage porn unless everybody (but especially the male talent) has socks on. But did you notice the stylin’ garters our man is wearing to keep his pulled up tight and smooth?
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Saturday, August 20th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
The vintage (pre-1930) French erotic movie Massages features the earliest film I have seen of an electric vibrator being used for male arousal and erection-stimulation. It’s interesting because it features a storyline of a man shown to have arousal difficulties. Of course he gets those difficulties quite thoroughly and happily resolved, with the help of two pretty “nurses”, their newfangled electric vibrator, and their professional-level skills with fingers and tongues.
Our story starts when, as one does, our man is leafing through the back pages of his newspaper, looking at and laughing over the ads for bogus “impuissance” treatments:
Wait, did I say “bogus”? Silly me. This was in Paris, before the Nazis came. If your erection needed some assistance, there was genuine help to be found in the back of the newspaper! And because this silent movie has its intertitle cards in both French and English, we can read this next ad right along with our interested Frenchman:
Hey, it seems worth a try, or at least a laugh, right? There follow a few frames in which an offscreen presence speaking via an intertitle card — perhaps his wife? — encourages him to go and “try once more”. So off he goes to the massage parlor “Castle Anthrax” for a professional visit with Dr. Winston and Dr. Piglet. No, wait, that’s rather a different movie. Right, he goes to Lady Irma’s place to find his youth again, in the care of two oh-so-respectable nurses:
These nurses are very high-tech for their times. They have an electric massager!
The vibrator feels very good on his bare butt. He can’t help arching his back and thrusting his buns up into the air:
“But sir! That’s not why you’re here. Now roll over, we have business with your business.”
Have you played with the early wall-current massager/vibrators? I have. No dick that can rise will stay limp for long under those vibrations. And because this is porn — if for no other reason — this dick can rise. It does:
Once the trick is begun, it’s nothing that four professional hands can’t easily encourage:
I am going to go out on the limb and say that our fellow is a happy customer!
It’s at this point that the movie begins to seem quite thoroughly modern, as our nurses collaborate to give the man an efficient double blowjob. I found myself quite charmed by their evident delight in sharing his dick with each other and with the camera:
Lady Irma predicted it: “If you come, you will come again.” Hell yeah, this man’s coming back.
Tuesday, February 28th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Vintage gay porn, yeah. But gay cowboys are not the only ones who will enjoy this bondage cowboy on a leash, or I don’t understand modern erotic sensibilities as well as I think I do:
From — you knew it had to be from — BJ’s Gay Porno-Crazed Ramblings.
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Wednesday, February 8th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
…to lick a nipple properly:
From an ancient vintage European porn magazine called Color Sperma #1. Why did they call it Color Sperma? Behold:
Wednesday, October 26th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Some things haven’t changed from the very earliest days of porn. Replace that wooden bench with a cheap hotel couch, and you’d have a very modern porn pic:
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Sunday, August 21st, 2011 -- by Bacchus
You’ve got to love the innocent setups you used to get in vintage porn. These are the establishing shots for an orgy in a 1975 Color Climax publication called Anal Sex #15:
“Hi, guys! Are we ever happy to see you! We were getting bored just laying here naked … won’t you join us?”
They would:
Thursday, April 28th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Vintage medical fetish can be fun! Here’s the setup for a doctor’s office orgy, from a vintage porn magazine called Week-End Sex Color #12:
You sometimes hear the phrase “The ladies were lined up for it” but you don’t usually get to see it visually…
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Tuesday, February 8th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I suppose it’s going to piss off too many people of my generation and older if I start referring to 1980s porn as “vintage” — but I confess it’s been rather a long time since I saw any porn stars wearing leg warmers:
From Lust #17, precise date unknown.
Wednesday, November 10th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
These days, images of prostitution seem to be mostly of spandex-clad hookers crouching behind dumpsters in the dark to give furtive street blowjobs. It was not always thus, especially when houses of prostitution still flourished in America:
Of course by the standards then prevailing, her outfit for this posed porn photo is probably the tawdry spandex tube top of its era. But still.
Via Vintage Lust.
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Friday, September 17th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
By now you know that with me, as often as not it’s the smile that makes the photograph. Any fool can give a girl enough money so that she’ll take off some clothes and stand there for the camera, but the photographer who can make her face light up? He’s a genius in my book:
Found this one on Usenet.
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Monday, August 16th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
A lot of vintage porn is “ho hum” because of changes in the times. Publication standards, camera technology and lighting, media and media preservation issues, shifting morals and taboos, it all combines to make great-grandfather’s porn seem pretty lame, tame, or boring … usually.
And then every now and then something like this bit of raunch from Vintage Lust will, if you’ll excuse the turn of phrase, pop up:
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Wednesday, May 20th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Dirty books ain’t what they used to be. Or, more like, they didn’t used to be what they are. Or something:
A woman in her lingerie, hugging a life-sized boot? Kinkay!
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