Naked In Public!

Fantastic news for Jamie Gillis fans: the Rialto Report publishes an excerpt from Gillis' autobiography "Naked In Public", and, better still, announces that they are working with his estate to publish it.

Read more here.

January Is Milk Month!

All this month I'll be posting milk-themed photos at my Sleazy Meanz tumblr site -- a variable mammoth milk 'n' mammaries explosion!

What is it about milk that makes it so erotic? Other than the obvious connotations of breastmilk or "man milk"? Milk is form-fitting and tends to show off a body's natural curves to nice effect. It's sticky too, which means a bath or shower is likely in your future if you're covered in the stuff. Speaking of baths, milkbaths connote luxury, self-indulgence, relaxation - all good things.

So go here for January 2011 and luxuriate in the porny pics I'll be posting throughout the milky month.

Tomás Švec presents 10 roughies!

Looking up roughies for a message board discussion on how porn is getting nastier, I discovered this fascinating "personal selection... (of) disturbing, extreme vintage porn of the 70’s and 80’s" -- featuring many of our favourites here.

From Dennis Cooper's always awesome blog.

You Could've Had Your Thumb Sucked By René Bond!

I love the image of a line-up of horny men gawking at nude René Bond, and then fixating on their thumb, trying to psyche themselves into a thumb-cock mind transfer or something.

Bob Guccione!

Speaking of folks who died last week, Bob Guccione (probably my favourite pornographer of all time, whose effect on my own budding tastes would be well nigh impossible to overstate) finally succumbed to cancer last Wednesday after years of ill health and poor fortune.


I regret I can't really do the man any kind of justice here in a blog tribute: there's simply too much to say about Guccione, too much ground to cover - his roots as a painter, inauspicious beginnings running a chain of laundromats (cleaning other people's dirty sheets, ha ha), his global adventures and increasing sophistication... Penthouse magazine's initial delivery scandal and subsequent sales phenomenon, its introduction of pubic hair to magazine viewers, the combination of "sex, politics, and protest" - as their byline put it - frequently running expose stories on government corruption and the like.

"We followed the philosophy of voyeurism," Guccione told The Independent newspaper in London in 2004. He added that he attained a stylized eroticism in his photography by posing his models looking away from the camera. "To see her as if she doesn't know she's being seen," he said. "That was the sexy part. That was the part that none of our competition understood."

Penthouse had the best photography of naked women available, and that was probably its chief virtue, plain and simple. Guccione himself was often behind the camera, devoting painterly aesthetics (and what appeared to be large amounts of gauze) toward creating boudoir fantasies that were their own little soft-focus world, sometimes taking days to complete a shoot. Arty photography was a mainstay of the magazine's pictorials and, later on in the 1990s, I for one thrilled to Tony Ward's B&Ws.


But I digress. Penthouse had the best comics in the back, Penthouse Forum (worthy of a post in and of itself), Xaviera Hollander writing an advice column, genuinely interesting articles and insightful interviews with big name personalities and thinkers, a sense that sexuality was something worthy of exploring and considering, a willingness to feature kinks and unusual behaviour, even some good fiction occasionally.


Of course, in addition to publishing Penthouse, Guccione gave the world Omni, Viva, Newlook, Longevity, and, in conjunction with his son Bob Jr., Spin. Also, the singular cinematic sex gross-out saga of all time, Caligula. Celebrity photo shoots we all know and love. The Penthouse Pets. Then too a failed casino and nuclear power plant. By the end of his life, Guccione had sadly fallen out with much of his family, and (like another NYC pornographer we've looked at here) done the whole rags to riches thing in reverse.


Of all the porn that was around when I was growing up, Penthouse was by far my fave, better even than the odd expensive hardcore mag one might chance across. Like a lot of people at that time, I found Playboy boring and fake, Hustler gross and ugly. By contrast, Penthouse Pets, the Forum, Call Me Madam, Wicked Wanda -- this was a world of exotic, self-assured and often dominant women, women who would gladly lead you into kinky sex adventures if only the opportunity presented itself (or so it appeared).


For all that, I say thank you, Mr. Robert Charles Joseph Edward Sabatini Guccione.

Bodil Joensen!

[NOTE: Only three links here go to pages with photographs of actual bestiality going on; these are designated with an *]


Working on yesterday's post, on bestiality-themed adult novel covers, had me pondering some sort of larger post on bestiality. Maybe I could address the seemingly 'co-ed' nature [PDF] of the desire for sex with animals? I'd seen Zoo and found that fairly interesting - in particular, the idea of a house or commune of sorts, dedicated to a sexual interest of near-universal disdain, was quite fascinating to me. Even the slow introduction of this taboo subject to the public imagination (gerbils in the butt, sheep jokes, Mr. Hands, Mr. Tombe, Mr. Spink) was worthy of attention.


The problem came soon after I began looking at links. I was forced to confront a basic, troubling fact: bestiality is something that, speaking personally, not only holds absolutely no sexual attraction for me, it actually squicks me out and gives me that peculiar, unpleasant sensation I rarely find anymore in my internet sex journeying.

Simply put, I was put off.



And this is difficult for me because I'd like to think I could get past any 'ickiness' and just examine the material without getting involved in it emotionally or in regards to my own tastes.

In an abstract way, I have no real problem with zoophilia; I can certainly imagine how an individual might find it pleasurable under the 'right circumstances' -- on a deserted island after a few lonely years, maybe -- but the reality of bestiality as a predilection, and all the things that go along with modern sexual interests - magazines, movies, toys, websites*, clubs, meet-ups... Seeing that, I find myself aghast. I am finally, it seems, square. I just can't deal with the nitty gritty details of the zoo world.


I do still find Bodil Joensen interesting though.

I guess she may represent a rare point of entry for a great many people into this normally-off-limits area - bestiality's only real cross-over star*, she had a certain picturesque beauty, a sordid life* in a rich zeitgeist and a tragic end; things combined which almost guarantee one some kind of infamy if not outright fame.



There isn't a great deal of information out there on Bodil's life; the best source available is Jack Stevenson's book "Fleshpot: Cinema's Sexual Myth Makers And Taboo Breakers" which features a chapter on both her life and her films.


From Stevenson's "Dead Famous: The Life And Movies Of Cinema's Most Exploited Figure, Bodil Joensen" --

A turning point in her young life came... when she had an enlightening conversation with a pervert/pederast who told her all about "men, animals and sex" - topics she had never heard about and that fascinated her. They just talked. The pervert never touched her. However, someone reported their meeting to Bodil's mother who called the police. They came and collared the pervert, searched him and found a bottle of chloroform which earned him a short prison sentence. Her mother beat her savagely when she got home from the police station, locking her away in the attic for several days and bringing food up to her. Assuming that she'd been assaulted, her mother judged her to be a vile slut who was not fit to dine with the family. Bodil reacted with shock followed by hysterical defiance. "I said to mama that when I grew up I'd fuck boars. I couldn't think of anything more naughty. She was so shocked that she thought I was allied with the devil."

After a period of near-respectability - when 1970's A Summer's Day famously won 'Grand Prix' at the first Wet Dream Film Festival - Bodil fell on hard times, became depressed, took up drinking, and survived thanks to, "a hectic routine of small scale live shows". By 1980, she had turned to prostitution and stated that, "in my position it is hard to turn down anything, no matter how disgusting... for me, staying alive in the hooking business is hell".



For a long time, what became of Bodil was a mystery. For many years, she was rumoured to have committed suicide some time in the 1980s; as part of his research however, Jack Stevenson was unable to discover any evidence as of mid-2005 of either her suicide or her death. The following year, the BBC presented "The Real Animal Farm" as part of its "Dark Side of Porn" series, and in this documentary a friend revealed that Joensen died of cirrhosis of the liver (brought on by alcoholism) in January of 1985.

Bodil has a grave in Denmark, which you can see here. She is buried beside her long-time partner Knud P. Andersen who died in 1997.

Facial Recognition and Porn!

The advent of facial recognition technology promises to transform the way people view society, privacy and each other. Imagine being able to find out the names - if not the addresses, product preferences, and internet use - of anyone you have a photo of. While Picassa (who store the photos appearing on Blogger blogs such as this one) already uses such technology, Google is currently weighing the pros and cons. Not that they haven't been playing around with it for awhile now.


The implications for pornography are dramatic and varied. Those anonymous naked pictures you took 20 years ago? Not so anonymous anymore. Or maybe you'd like to see if a given person has ever been photographed in the nude? Or you'd just like to masturbate to someone who looks like them?

The possibilities are endless. Will burqas go mainstream as a consequence? Probably not. But maybe people shooting sex films yet desirous of internet anonymity could begin surgically altering their faces to defeat facial recognition? Or using make-up? Or taking up chewing tobacco? Will amateur porn stars return to wearing masks while they film themselves having it off?

The Gore Gore Girl!

As most anyone online can attest, the internet is full-to-bursting with porn. Anyone and everyone seeking visual depiction of what turns them on are probably just a few clicks away from slackened satisfaction. What's precious and rare online however is any real insight into that porn*, any sense of signifiers, themes or meaning.

This is where The Gore-Gore Girl comes in.


A self-described "porn nerd", TGGG, if I may call her that, is taking a Ph.D and blogging about the films she sees in her studies. Her emphasis in analysis started out as subversive exploitation and 70/80s genre films (all the better if they're gory) but quickly shifted to a focus on porn movies, from classics like Behind The Green Door to the latest Wicked Pictures release.

Make no mistake: the Gore-Gore Girl is no shrinking violet. She examines roughies like Hard Gore, Forced Entry, or Waterpower with gusto, and her blog goes a long way toward deriding the myth that hard porn is a 'men's genre'.


Prostitution pictures from a feminist perspective, the gender issues brought up by Long Jeane Silver and her unique 'permanent phallus', the low-brow hi-jinks of 'The Gillies', and a profile on director Mason AKA Sam No -- The Gore-Gore Girl brings an unusual assortment of interests to the blogosphere, and we are the richer for it.

If only she'd post more...


*Other blogs I might recommend along the same lines would be Pornonomy, XXX Marks The Plot, and Sock Hop Gang Bang.

Jamie Gillis RIP!

Aw, this sucks. I always hoped Jamie was going to put out an epic level tell-all and soak up some well-deserved next-level fame and money in his senior years, doing talk shows and the like, maybe even landing some breakthrough late-career juggernaut of a role, the kind of thing I always imagined him doing so well in.

He was my very favourite porn star, bar none. An actor as well as a cocksman who could do everything from broad comedy to drama to romance to unbelievably nasty, and all with natural grace and apparent ease. Jamie Gillis was absolutely the King as far as I'm concerned, underrated and slept on as he was. I always hoped to someday shake his hand and thank him for all he'd done, all the images he gave the world. I'm truly sorry he's gone from us so soon.

Here's hoping the next few days bring us tributes worthy of the man. If an afterlife exists, and it somehow involves sleaze, I'm sure Jamie Gillis will be there getting his rocks off and in fine style.

Aunt Peg!

Born Juliet Carr in Burbank, California, 1938, she taught ESL in Finland, Greece, Mexico, and Japan - before entering the porn industry at the almost-unheard-of age of 39 under the name Juliet Anderson. Her most famous moniker however was Aunt Peg, a lusty persona under which she made many films, and for which she was best known.

In her own words, "the Aunt Peg character exemplified the lusty, intelligent, self-assured older woman".


As Nina Hartley has noted, Aunt Peg, "was the original cougar"; her style was bold, she could really act, and her performances were legendary (onscreen, she insisted on achieving real orgasms for the camera). Dropping out of porn in 1984, after getting shafted on her directorial debut "Educating Nina" (Nina Hartley's first film), Peg/Anderson spent the next decade running a B&B and operating a massage clinic.

Imagine waking up to breakfast with Aunt Peg!

"...even more gratifying than being in front of the camera was the one-woman comedy sex shows I took around the country. I created ten different characters who dispel myths about mature women and sexuality".

As of 1995, she returned to porn, both as an actress and a producer/director. She was also involved in couples therapy focused on 'loving touch'. Sadly, Aunt Peg passed away earlier this month, on January 11th in her bed at home. She brought a lot of happiness to a lot of people and, I think it's fair to say, will continue to do so for a long time yet to come.

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