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                          THIS ISSUE:  THE ULTIMATE DREAMGIRL !


                                   And Why Feminism Must Die


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                                              Issue No. 381

                                   Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in 
                                            PassionÕs Playpen

                                               Chapter Four

         The girlsÕ nipples stuck out from their chests, hard as the crop 
itself.  Their breasts ballooned from their chests, springy in their 
heaviness, moving with each frightened breath.  Kate looked at the crop 
and then at Cindy and then back at the crop again.
         ÒTry... try to squeeze your cheeks after it hits,Ó Cindy said.  ÒThat 
will make the sting wash off you a little.  Squeeze.  Squeeze your bottom 
cheeks and try to think of anything else, anything else at all.Ó
         Kate felt tears well in her eyes.  She might have been back at 
college, enjoying the day and doing her studies, but instead sheÕd decided 
to flirt with her boyfriend, and heÕd brought her to this awful barn.  Now 
even he couldnÕt help her.  Even he had misjudged Marie.  He was naked and 
captive, and she was too.  
         A shudder.  A movement.  Kate felt her bottom squirming behind her.  
Oh, how could it move about so at such an inopportune moment?  Yet Kate 
felt her hips take on a life of their own.  They swayed gently from side to 
side, even though her feet were firmly planted on the floor.  And with 
them moved her bulging white bottom, its cheeks tense, compressed and 
then opening a little, tentatively, then jamming together again, so fearful.  
Between her legs Kate felt an awful desire to touch herself.  She clung to 
the crop in her hands as if it were a totem preserving her modesty.  And 
Cindy too, despite being a new mother, pregnant with child, was similarly 
afflicted.  Her breasts shifted impatiently inside her babydoll nightie as 
her bottom gyrated behind her, inviting attention.  Her fingers stoked the 
long, deadly crop, but Kate got the impression they did it out of 
distraction now, no longer curious, just hoping to keep occupied lest they 
dive between CindyÕs legs and earn her extra cuts for frigging herself.
         And behind them, watching them inspect the instrument of their 
doom, stood Marie.  Her long hair remained efficiently pinned up, like the 
hair of a coach ready for a game.  Her tawny body moved with catlike grace 
whenever she moved a limb.  Her slumbrous breasts hung heavily in front 
of her, their nipples febrile, demanding attention.  Kate and Cindy were all 
softness and peaches and cream, but Marie was slim and hard like the crop.  
A man might have felt pity on Kate and Cindy, the college girl and the new 
mother, both so young and innocent.  But not Marie.  She regarded them 
both as young women.  While she might pamper them inside, to tease them 
and please the men, out here, in the barn, she saw them as nothing but 
female animals.  She was not fooled by their beauty or their feminine 
affectations.  They were flesh and bone just like any creature and, being a 
woman, she knew what a woman could take.  Really take.  You had to 
expect the most from a girl, in her opinion, if she were to be properly 
trained.  Letting a girl slide or give less than her best or less than she 
was capable of led to feminine weakness.  Marie did not take kindly to 
weakness.  Men spent too much time treasuring and cherishing the female 
body, in her opinion.  Females were strong.  Stronger than men, perhaps, in 
endurance, and thatÕs what she intended to teach Kate and Cindy today.  
         Marie moved behind Cindy.  She grabbed handfuls of the girls hair.
         ÒI must pin up your hair for your whipping,Ó Marie said.
         Cindy, still clad in her baby doll, and striving to still her hips as she 
felt Marie grab up her hair, said, ÒWhy?Ó  A simple word.  A babyish word, 
that a two-year-old speaks whenever it wants attention.  Cindy still 
stroked the crop with curious fingers, Kate holding it for her.
         ÒBecause I want to sight a few strokes into your back,Ó Marie said.

                                              VIDEO REVIEW
                                                by holy joe

Hot Body Competition, Beverly Hills Wet T-Shirt Contest, $19.95.  VHS, 
Color, 60 minutes.  Copyright 1995.  Distributed by The Chesapeake Group, 
Inc.  For a free newsletter or catalogue, contact:  H.B.I.  (Hot Body 
International), 401 Levering Ave., Los Angeles, CA  90024; 1-800-336-
4321.  Web:  http://www.hotbody.com

         Review:  I bought this video about a year ago at the SunCoast video 
store.  It is tediously boring, although the first time you watch it you 
might like it.  
         As with all of the Hot Body videos, this one features the following:  
a bunch of girls, some pretty, some not, compete in a strip tease contest.  
Each girl walks on stage by herself and undresses.  Then she walks off 
stage, and the next girl comes on stage.  There is no girl-girl action, and 
the strip teases that you see are quite pedestrian.
         So, you may ask, why in GodÕs name am I wasting your time 
reviewing a video I donÕt even like?  ThereÕs one reason:  this video 
contains Stephanie Sumers, The Ultimate Dreamgirl!
         The strip tease competition in this video takes place at a Beverly 
Hills mansion.  It takes place in the back yard of the mansion, next to a 
swimming pool.  Stephanie Sumers is the fifth contestant.  She walks Ôon 
stageÕ (a makeshift stage, outdoors, with an inflated baby pool in the 
background).  She begins by brushing her long, lustrous blonde hair, as the 
announcer intones (on the tape) that ÒStephanie gets frustrated because 
everyone always says she looks like a little girl.Ó  Indeed, StephanieÕs hair 
is arranged very prettily and coyly, like a little girl might arrange it.  
Also, she could easily be mistaken for a girl in high school or (God forbid!) 
junior high.
         In fact, though, Stephanie is as tall as the other girls and she has a 
Venus-perfect body.  She has a cute face, long blonde hair, wonderful big 
bosoms, a totally flat (but soft!) tummy, and nice hips and legs.  The only 
possible flaw I could detect on Stephanie is that, perhaps, her legs are a 
little short, making her ass appear fat.  Other than that she is 100 percent 
perfect!
         Stephanie does a wholesome strip routine that is notable for its 
similarity to a strip routine that a shy, but precocious young girl might do.  
Then, after her strip routine is over, the tape takes you indoors where 
Stephanie does a private strip routine for your eyes only!
         This is the great part of the tape, and why IÕm recommending it.  
Stephanie appears near the front door of her house, as if youÕve caught her 
indoors, home alone.  She is naked except for a pair of white panties, 
white socks, and white sneakers.  Also, stretched over her lovely big 
bosoms is a very small, very tight Ôcrop topÕ t-shirt.  The great thing about 
her t-shirt is that it just barely covers her nipples.  Just barely!  The 
entire underside of each of her breasts is TOTALLY nude!
         Well, it doesnÕt take a genius to figure out what happens next.  
Stephanie pops off her shirt, while looking with wide eyes toward the 
front door of her house.  Then she slips behind a pillar next to the 
staircase of her home and takes off her panties.  As she hides behind the 
pillar, she offers her panties to the camera and dangles them on the tips 
of her fingers.  Then she drops them.  Next, playing a quick game of Ôhide 
and seek,Õ Stephanie peeks out from behind the pillar.  Finally, she 
appears, gloriously naked except for her white socks and sneakers.  Now 
she kneels on the floor and offers her bottom for anal fucking.  Then she 
writhes back and forth, like a snake, as if sheÕs being happily fucked.  The 
whole ÔfuckingÕ part has a very wholesome quality to it; she doesnÕt yank 
her butt cheeks apart with her hands or anything like that.
         As you watch Stephanie, you are struck by how deliciously young she 
looks.  Her whole body throws off an aura of perfect youthfulness.  The 
ÔglowÕ of her fantastically young (but perfectly voluptuous) body is itself 
enough to warrant the price of this tape!  Another great thing about 
Stephanie is that her nipples are TOTALLY erect!  This is no experienced 
slut, whoÕs stripped too many times to remember.  Given how stiff her 
nipples are, this may be the first strip tease sheÕs ever done in her life!
         All too soon, StephanieÕs private indoor strip routine ends.  As it 
ends, Stephanie mounts the staircase and begins walking upstairs.  She 
looks totally happy, as if sheÕs going upstairs for more fucking.  As the 
tape fades out, StephanieÕs beautiful big breasts bounce up and down with 
gay abandon as she goes up the stairs.
         That segment, which IÕve just described, is the sole reason to buy 
this tape.  There is not really anything else of value on it, although you do 
get to gawk at the girls eating food before the contest, which I rather 
liked.  Unfortunately the Ôgirls eatingÕ segment is short, and they are all in 
bikinis, with no nudity.
         There is one other performer who is worth mentioning.  She is also a 
blonde.  She is slightly older than Stephanie and claims to like Òchips and 
dips, chains and whips.Ó  In her strip tease she ties a blindfold around her 
eyes.  She is a bone-thin model, but has nice breasts despite her exquisite 
thinness.  Were it not for Stephanie, this girl would be the best thing on 
this tape.  Her name is Shauna Webster, known as ÒSha Na Na,Ó and she is 
the eighth contestant.
         If you buy this tape, note that Stephanie reappears at the end of it.  
She is dressed in a darling Ôlittle girlÕ bathing suit, a two-piece.  Despite 
its resemblance to a swimsuit a child might wear, StephanieÕs bikini bra 
is the awesome Ônarrow triangleÕ type, where the cups are almost too 
small to contain her bosoms.  Stephanie holds up a small teddy bear and 
plays with it in front of the camera.  You are struck by the fact that this 
is an authentic (but voluptuous!) young girl.  This is no woman pretending 
to dress and pose like a little girl.  Stephanie is IN FACT a Ôlittle girl,Õ but 
happens to have a gloriously curvy body and to be (just barely) Òlegal.Ó  All 
the time you are struck by her youthful poses and expressions.  She still 
retains natural girlishness, and natural modesty, while having a body like 
Venus.
         Recently I was thinking about an article in TIME where Camille 
Paglia is described as saying the following:  ÒIt is men who are the 
weaker sex because they have remained eternally powerless over their 
desire for the female body.  It is female sexuality... that is humanityÕs 
greatest force.Ó  (Time, June 29, 1998, pg. 58.)
         I was thinking of this quote with regard to the new Disney movie 
Mulan which (again, according to TIME) Òhas its Chinese heroine donning 
male military drag.  ...Its lure is the image of girls kicking ass, being 
boylike.Ó  (Time, June 29, 1998, pgs. 61, 62.)  There is a picture by TIME of 
two girls (attempting) to show off their (nonexistent) biceps on pages 60 
and 61.
         As you know, the whole push of the feminist movement is to make 
females into males.  The perfect feminist female would be a woman drill 
sergeant.  So, as I was walking along, I asked myself, ÒJoe, does Stephanie 
Sumers have power over you, because sheÕs sooooo sexy?Ó  Of course, my 
answer was Ôyes.Õ
         Then I asked myself, ÒAnd how about the perfect feminist female?  
The drill sergeant.  Does she have any power over you?Ó  
         Guess what my answer was?  NO !!!!  The drill sergeant has NO POWER 
at all over me.  Any power she has is only a power of repulsion.  I want to 
get away from her as fast as I can!  
         I once knew a woman who confessed to me that she always wished 
she had been a boy, and liked boy things as a girl, playing cowboys, etc.  
When she grew up she joined the U.S. military.  I have nothing against such 
a woman.  But this woman has no power over me.  Stephanie has enormous 
power over me.  I think about Stephanie a lot.  I would do most anything to 
be with Stephanie, particularly the 1995 version of her (or younger!)  But, 
as for this woman who joined the military, she has no power over me.  She 
is, in essence, just another man.  If I wanted a man in my life, IÕd choose 
to be a fag.
         This, to me, is the fundamental flaw of feminism.  If feminism 
succeeds, ÒempoweringÓ girls and women, it fails.  Let us assume that, 
tomorrow morning, all the girls and women of America are magically 
transformed into perfect feminists.  They are brassy, bossy, assertive, 
and have big muscles.  NONE of those females would have ANY POWER 
WHATSOEVER over me.  They might have coercive power, like a policeman 
does, but beyond that, they would be utterly powerless.
         There is another flaw in feminism.  How many feminists are 
members of the Military Book Club?  IÕd venture to say that few, if any 
are.  But lots of guys are.  So, let us assume that tomorrow morning, all 
the women and girls become perfect feminists.  As a result, they are 
powerless over men, except for their coercive power.  BUT while guys like 
me are reading books about how to fight battles and win wars, these 
perfect feminists are sitting around having coffee.  How long do you think 
their coercive power will last, if I know how to win a war and they only 
know how to chat and sip coffee?
         Feminism, as you can see, is doomed to fail.  Instead of making 
females powerful, it strips them of their power.  It perhaps equips them 
with coercive power, but since men like war and women donÕt, and since 
men grow big muscles and women donÕt, the idea that women can win in a 
game of coercive power is rubbish.
         As Katherine Tull, age 18, says in TIME:  ÒGirl Power means you wear 
hot pants and a bra with some sequins on it.Ó  That is exactly right.  NO 
guy can go walking around in hot pants and a sequined bra, without looking 
ridiculous and making everyone think heÕs a super faggot.  But a girl can, 
and that is the essence of female power.  Feminism has been, to quote 
David Horowitz (on the 60Õs), ÒOne bad trip by a destructive generation.Ó  
ItÕs time for feminism to go to the grave, where it belongs, and where it 
will ultimately end up anyway.

                                                       ---

         ÒUp until recently I have had a string of girlfriends with cars to get 
me where I need to go,Ó writes Will Dockery.  ÒBut my current, and 
currently estranged, girlfriend has car trouble... so I don't have the exact 
same freedom of movement I once enjoyed.Ó

                                                  Sky Song
                                            by Will Dockery

Sky songs written with cloud and light,
and numbers, look that up,
to a point, I see it and the sound echoes off the brick.
Queen of darkness, she's out of sight,
our lady of the earth. 
Tall and hot,
travel lightly.
Mispoken, I did not know the details then,
it's real clear to me now.
Into the breath,
ringing down from the sky.
Poems the sky writes on slick paper,
wet ink glistens on the leaves and grass.
She has cartoon red hair,
he is the man with the finger flow,
then they become as one on the floor.
It is clear to me now,
what am I to say on this strange warm night?
I am as a statue.
The moon sings,
my heart rings with a strange new sadness.


                                             AND IN THE END...

                                           FEMINIST AMERICA

                                          And why it must die

         ÒMen, the current female wisdom has it, are all selfish bastards; 
hit-and-run fathers; potential abusers/rapists/pedophiles.Ó

- HarperÕs Magazine, May 1998, pg. 66.

(so much for female wisdom.  - h.j.)


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- HarperÕs Magazine, May 1998, pg. 66.