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ÒThis is the end.Ó - Jim Morrison
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HEY, MAN...
I have a picture of James CameronÕs classmates in high school. ItÕs
from 1971. HereÕs a picture of some real Americans:
One guy is dressed in an expensive fur coat, as if he were a woman
buying jewelry on Fifth Avenue in New York.
The guy next to him has on a beret and sunglasses, and is smoking a
cigar. (In high school, for the school photo!) In addition to his puka-shell
necklace he is wearing a long-sleeved shirt made from an American flag.
(I wonder if he had to ÔdesecrateÕ it to cut it into a shirt?)
The third guy in the front row, sitting next to the young man in the
American flag, is wearing a fur-rimmed jacket, as if heÕs Liberace looking
for a date.
Real Americans, every one of them.
And I have a question for them, ÒWhere are you?!Ó
Where are the young men of the 1960Õs?
You used to never shut up. Every day, youÕd be standing around with
your long hair and your beards, saying things like:
ÒBut why canÕt we all be communists?Ó
ÒWhy canÕt we have sex with underage girls?Ó
ÒWhy canÕt we surrender to the North Vietnamese?Ó
ÒWhy canÕt we grow our own food and get rid of supermarkets?Ó
On and on it went. You NEVER shut up!
And, you didnÕt just talk. You founded nudist colonies, you flooded
the high schools (and junior highs) with drugs, you walked around waving
the North Vietnamese battle flag. And you made the pregnant, white, well
brought up high-school girl the coolest thing on the planet.
(Hell, I still remember a pregnant 10-year-old Brooke Shields in a
public service ad!)
But where are you today, young men of the 1960Õs?
I turn on the T.V., what do I see? Middle-aged women, complaining.
On every channel they are complaining. You see some woman with a
trumped-up grievance, saying that what this country really needs is (yet
more) law and order.
In the rare event that a man is on T.V., itÕs usually to report some
ÒhorrificÓ event. (That is, an event where somebody other than the forces
of repression scored a small, temporary victory). And the man is crying!
Is that the new vogue now, men, to shed tears every time someone
strikes back at this repressive system?
Take TWA flight 800. The air conditioning blew up. We live in a
mechanical world and sometimes unexpected things happen. After all,
sitting on your ass at 30,000 feet in an air conditioned tube is slightly
unnatural, donÕt you agree? Remember nature? So sometimes things go
wrong. An air conditioned tube filled with naked apes all eating and
shitting at 30,000 feet falls back to earth.
Yet the man involved, officially, in telling us about this event is
crying!
A plane falls out of the sky, men are crying.
A kid shoots up his school, men are crying.
Someone shoots up the U.S. Capitol, men are crying.
Even in 1971, when guys put on fur coats to be photographed for
their high school picture, they didnÕt cry. Sure, they talked sometimes
about Ôbeing more sensitiveÕ but it was just talk. They didnÕt go around
acting on it. In fact, hereÕs the real dope: If some guy did talk about the
need for men to cry, do you know why he said such a thing?
1. To get laid.
2. To piss off the older generation.
What is left of the young men of the 1960Õs? I donÕt hear much from
you today. Hell, I donÕt hear anything at all. Once in awhile one of you is
on T.V. crying, but other than that you have grown completely silent.
Do you notice what has happened to this society? ItÕs much more
repressive and totalitarian today than it EVER was in the 1960Õs, when
you were constantly complaining about it.
So long, young men of the 1960Õs! Enjoy your lives, wherever you
are. Did you finally blend into that painting, ÔAmerican Gothic,Õ with the
frumpy wife on one side, and the bald-headed man with the pitchfork on
the other, both of them with brains like fried eggs, knowing only that
what the world really, really needs is more law and order?
(Except even they would be shocked by the computerized police state
that we have today.)
Soon the young men of the 1960Õs will be sitting with their wives in
old folks homes. God, thatÕll be fun, wonÕt it? You can just sit around
listening, and crying, while your elderly sexless wife does all the talking.
You can watch a lot of T.V. as you sit there. Oprah will be on, talking, and
Judge Judy, talking, and ten thousand other women, all telling us how we
need more law and order. When theyÕre not on, some man will be crying
because The System (remember that term?) suffered a temporary setback.
ItÕs a rather sad end for you, young men of the 1960Õs, in my opinion.
But IÕm not going to cry about it.
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
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Issue No. 393
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Five
Kate looked around. Her eyes fell on Cindy. To her surprise, the girl
was tied by nylon stockings to the bondage table. Kate had no idea who the
stockings belonged to, but behind Cindy stood Nancy, a belt in her hands. It
looked like a manÕs trouser belt but no man had entered the game room
with a stitch of clothing on; was the belt and the stockings standard
equipment in here, rather than what one would think, items to help make
the body modest? Kate guessed it must be so. Nancy either end of the belt
in a fist and she was passing the belt back and forth across CindyÕs
bottom. Not whipping it, but polishing it, as one might hold a long cloth in
order to pass it back and forth across a manÕs shoe, shining it for him.
Except Nancy was not shining a shoe but a bottom, CindyÕs bottom. The
girl waited for the inevitable. Kate was relieved to see that someone had
at least put a pillow under her tummy. She hoped Nancy understood that
Cindy was pregnant.
Nancy dropped one end of the belt. She stepped back. She aimed and
practised stepping forward. Then, in a very fluid, practised motion, as if
sheÕd whipped her bossÕs bottom, perhaps, after work, Nancy let fly with
the easy end of the belt (not the buckle) against CindyÕs poised bottom.
ÒEEEEEEEEEK!Ó Cindy screamed. Her hips bounced as the tongue of the
manÕs belt struck her soft hiney. Nancy smiled, bit her lip, stopped a
moment and watched Cindy squirm painfully. As she watched Nancy put a
hand to her own bush and masturbated her slot. She had nothing to put in
it save her fingers but she seemed delighted, just her and Cindy, it
appeared, for everyone else was busy, Nancy whipping and Cindy receiving.
ÒAre you ready for the next one?Ó Nancy asked at last.
ÒYes, but please NOT too hard!Ó Cindy said. Cindy tossed her lovely
red hair, which was loose about her shoulders, and jiggled her bottom a
little. Nancy, tawny as a leopard, leaped back, twirled the manÕs belt she
held, and then, like a wicked ballerina, stepped into the stroke and brought
it smacking against CindyÕs brazenly offered ass.
ÒOOOOH! ThatÕs too hard!Ó Cindy yelped, before passing on to a high-
pitched scream. It was girlish in pitch, as if she wished to hear herself
scream as much as anything, though her bottom told a different tale. A
deep red mark formed across her enticingly white bottom, showing the
damage Nancy had done.
NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
by holy joe
Club, ÒNumero 20Ó, $5.50. From France. No web site listed.
Review: There is a new magazine at Tower Books. It sells out
immediately, every month. ItÕs called Club.
You might think IÕm speaking of the American magazine called Club,
but IÕm not. This magazine, which is also called Club, is from France. ItÕs
bigger than an average magazine. ItÕs glossy and colorful. It features
breath-taking babes, in creatively posed pictorials.
ÒNumero 20Ó of Club is sold out. But IÕll give you a quick review of
it anyway, so you can be sure to grab the next issue!
On page 6, a young redhead leans over the hood of a car. She lies
very submissively on the carÕs hood. SheÕs naked. Her skin is pearl-white.
Standing behind her is another naked girl. SheÕs blonde. Lifting her chin
high, thrusting her hips forward, the blonde pretends to butt-fuck the
submissive redhead.
On page 7, there is a photo of a girl who is clothed. SheÕs a brunette.
She has large, beautiful eyes, a small nose, and full red lips. SheÕs one of
the most beautiful high school girls IÕve ever seen! Her name is apparently
ÒLiv Tyler.Ó (The whole magazine is written in French, so I can only guess
at her name.)
On page 9 is a pictorial featuring ÒSylvieÓ. SheÕs blonde. SheÕs
buxom. SheÕs wearing silky black panties with a gusset, running between
her legs, that is as slender as a strand of spaghetti. On page 11 Sylvie
pulls down her panties. You see something utterly amazing: that slender
thread of fabric running between her legs splits in two!
Now why would Sylvie need to have an opening in that thread-like
gusset? In back? Where the gusset, slim as spaghetti, crosses over her
asshole?
There can only be one reason: so that her boyfriend can conveniently
fuck her up the ass, without the need of removing her panties! (Never mind
that his dick would probably tear the panties as he thrust himself through
that opening.)
Hot, huh?
Which allows me to make two points to American pornographers:
1. DonÕt just print photos of naked young women. Print photos of
ÔunderageÕ girls too, even if youÕve got to print photos of them with their
clothes on. (As in the case of Liv Tyler.)
2. EDUCATE us! I never knew that there were panties with slender
gussets, that girls wore, that had holes in the back of them so they could
be fucked up the ass. This is the sort of thing I want to know about!
The next pictorial is titled ÒDouche Sur Les Doudounes!Ó (Page 18.)
I guess what that means is that the girl in the pictorial, a brunette named
Elizabeth, douches her duodenum. (The uppermost part of the colon.)
You see Elizabeth sucking on an ice cube on page 19. Then, on page
21, are two of the sweetest photos IÕve ever seen in my life! Elizabeth,
lying on her tummy, looks submissively into the camera as she offers her
bare bottom for fucking. In the photo below that one, Elizabeth lies on her
back, her legs spread, diligently sucking on an ice cube. How pink her
nipples look! How young and virginal her cunt is! And how utterly perfect
her face is.
Now, turn the page. EEEEEYAH! What a photo! ItÕs a huge, double-
page spread of Elizabeth on her hands and knees. SheÕs offering her
delicious young ass to be fucked as she licks an ice cube and gazes over
her shoulder at you. Best of all, in addition to her wonderful ass and cunt
so nicely exposed, you see her full, heavy young bosoms hanging down from
her chest.
Is she waiting to play a game of ÔRide ÔEm Cowboy,Õ cooling her
thirst for sex by licking on that ice cube? Why is her hair wet and messy?
Has she already been fucked, perhaps in a group grope, but is still wanting
more?
On page 27 is another pictorial, ÒAnitaÓ. SheÕs blonde. Her hair is
pinned up, loosely, with strands of golden hair hanging down past her face.
She gazes into the camera, wearing a white coat. She looks like a student
nurse. But itÕs time for some fun, because her coat is open and we see her
lovely naked bosoms resting on her arms, which are folded over her ribs.
On page 28 Anita lies on her belly on a chaise lounge that bears an
uncanny resemblance to a doctorÕs examination table. Her hair is still
pinned up, but now her white coat has been lifted to show off her naked
bottom. She gazes back at the camera, as if staring at the doctor whoÕs
giving her training on how to become a nurse. Her legs are spread,
showing the fruit of her delectable cunt, and the small bottomhole
between the cheeks of her ass.
ÒToday we shall learn about Barium Enemas,Ó you can almost hear a
doctor saying to Anita.
Page 30-31 is a double-page spread. ThereÕs a photo in the upper
left-hand corner. It shows Anita kneeling on all fours, offering her
bottom for some post-enema fucking. Then in the larger photo thatÕs
splashed across both pages, Anita lies on her back. Her finger is stuck in
her mouth. Has a friend of the doctor arrived? Is he looking for someone
into which he can thrust himself? Nobody wants Òsloppy seconds,Ó of
course, but just because AnitaÕs bottom is filled doesnÕt mean her mouth
is!
You can almost hear the doctorÕs friend unzipping, as Anita, with
sperm oozing out of her bottomhole as she lies on the chaise lounge, waits
to be filled yet again.
WHEW!
ThereÕs still more, but IÕm exhausted. DonÕt think those were the
best pictorials, that IÕve described. ThereÕs even better ones further back
in this issue. Buy this magazine and you will be happy. The French know
how to make porn much better than any American publisher does.
she dreamed of Keith Richards
by Will Dockery
you told me that there's nothing wrong,
you need to know what's really going on.
you say you love me I believe that's true
I need a little more from you.
action action happy action speaking like
happy action
to see what I've heard c'mon my poet girl,
show me the word.
Action action you know I need happy
action is what I need, on your happy
action.
you see me sometimes and you know
it's clear,
I love you baby, year after year.
If you can remember what it was like to
feel this hurt
though it's crushing my spirit, I will always
be there for you.
action action happy action dreaming of our
happy action
you need please backtrack just a little
baby,
one way or another this separation just
can't work.
Action action you know I need your legs
wrapped around me
love shots, love taps, I'm starving and on
my last smoke.
AND IN THE END...
Along the park that fronted the river we passed dozens of lovely
young girls riding their bicycles, and Page leaned over and leered at
them, saying, ÒGood morninÕ, little schoolgirl, IÕm a liÕl schoolboy too.Ó
- Dispatches, by Michael Herr, pg. 242.
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CameronÕs high school photo: Dreaming Aloud, by Christopher
Heard, pg. 85.
ÒIt *couldnÕt* have been *that* bad,Ó Page said, and Flynn and I
laughed.
ÒYouÕre just pissed because you missed it,Ó Flynn said.
- Dispatches, by Michael Herr, pg. 243.