Wednesday, August 1, 2012

1976 redux


this might be why I'm a pervert

1976 was a milestone year.  It was the 200th birthday of the United States, it was the year I lost my virginity in a furtive foray behind a chicken coop, and it also marked the first time I managed to get my hands on a copy of Penthouse magazine.  From time to time a copy of Playboy might have been found in our home, but that magazine never garnered my interest the way it's kinkier competitor, Penthouse managed to attract me.

Playboy was hot, but Penthouse was a fucking revelation.

Not only were the picture spreads more to my taste, featuring fetish imagery that's still appealing to me today, but there were also letters.  I'll be very honest, Penthouse letters fueled my adolescent jack off sessions.

As an only child it wasn't too terribly difficult to find pretty regular alone time, so I had a luxury many other didn't enjoy, I was able to take my time.  My personal ritual was to warm up with the pictures, followed by some seriously rapt attention to the prose, which never failed to bring on an eventual climax.  Penthouse letters was where I learned that I wasn't alone in fantasizing about bondage and discipline.

It was a revelation to discover that the old magazines I used to enjoy as a youth are still appreciated and discussed today at a site called The Seduction of Venus, where I discovered a post devoted to the very first fetish photo spread I can remember encountering, My Funny Valentine by Stan Malinowski.

While the photos are a little on the tame side compared to what one finds online today, they were rather racy for their day, and they did have an influence on my sexuality and desires that still holds true today.  There's no escaping that fetish and BDSM fuel my desires, and that this pictorial (along with others that were similar) influenced the sexual evolution that brought me to today . . .















4 comments:

  1. 1976 was the year I was born. In my case, it was an issue of Penthouse Forum that fueled a lot of my 15-year-old masturbation sessions. Ah, the days before the internet, when pornography was relatively difficult to come by.

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  2. Once Penthouse started spinning off letters into their own little books, I enjoyed reading Forum too. Ohhh the "good old days" . . .

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  3. ohhh god!!!!!!!!! steamy then and NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  4. BDSM Valentine

    "I love you," dear, is awfully nice
    When it comes with hearts and flowers;
    But there are nights, my Valentine,
    When I love Love's darker powers.

    It's then I love the chains and whips,
    Your heated moans, your tortured sighs,
    The pleadings from your soft, soft lips,
    The captured writhings of your thighs.

    This lovely mask will look quite chic
    On a girl more used to lace.
    But I won't cover much, my dear,
    For I love to watch your face.

    I'll tie you up and string you out
    And punish all your wrongs.
    You'll beg my lash and kiss my boot
    And hear love's old sweet thongs.
    So shine up all our rubber boots,
    And polish well your chain;
    Whilst I feed thee bitter fruits
    We'll toast our love with pain.

    Some say our love is too extreme
    And dare not speak its name;
    But we will dally in this dream
    And play our little game.

    Your face is like an angel's, dear,
    O whiplash child, O pet;
    And though you think out love is done
    You ain't seen nothing yet.

    Well, that was sweet, now wasn't it?
    You've learned to love my discipline;
    You see it add a lot to love
    When losers, too, can win!

    "I love you," dear, is awfully nice
    When it comes with hearts and flowers;
    But there are nights, my Valentine,
    When I love Love's darker powers.

    It's then I love the chains and whips,
    Your heated moans, your tortured sighs,
    The pleadings from your soft, soft lips,
    The captured writhings of your thighs.

    This lovely mask will look quite chic
    On a girl more used to lace.
    But I won't cover much, my dear,
    For I love to watch your face.

    I'll tie you up and string you out
    And punish all your wrongs.
    You'll beg my lash and kiss my boot
    And hear love's old sweet thongs.

    So shine up all our rubber boots,
    And polish well your chain;
    Whilst I feed thee bitter fruits
    We'll toast our love with pain.

    Some say our love is too extreme
    And dare not speak its name;
    But we will dally in this dream
    And play our little game.

    Your face is like an angel's, dear,
    O whiplash child, O pet;
    And though you think out love is done
    You ain't seen nothing yet.

    Well, that was sweet, now wasn't it?
    You've learned to love my discipline;
    You see it add a lot to love
    When losers, too, can win!

    February 1976 - Penthouse

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