. . . This Blogger's X-Rated Stint As Hardcore Porno Magazine Writer

These three porno magazine covers aren't overtly pornographic.  The storylines involve a young woman encountering a burglar disguised as a detective, a "coffee, tea or me" stewardess and a free-spirited house maid pretending to be her and the butler's hated lady of the manor (with apologies to Jean Genet).

In May 1978 during my fourth semester at USC, I visited the Career Development Center and found a posting about a potential employment opportunity for a writer/editor position at American Art Enterprises for Modern Games magazine in the San Fernando Valley.  At the resulting job interview with the publishing company owner, he divulged that Modern Games was a new project yet my main duty would be writing material for sexually explicit hardcore 'porno magazines' (the 'straight' or heterosexual type).  I was provided with some samples and asked to consider if this would be something amenable to me.  I was told that American Art Enterprises' Academy Press was considered to be perhaps the most respectable porno magazine publisher throughout the United States after having conducted business professionally and without breaking any laws for a number of years.

One of the magazines provided to me to look over was entitled Satisfaction Guaranteed and entailed long written articles that any customer should find to be beyond ridiculous.  The opening Editorial begins with six paragraphs about sexual behavior and mutations involved mating habits of "Man, or something approximating him in the line of primate evolution."  I won't waste your time on the pages and pages of pseudo-scientific analysis that nobody would take seriously; however, a sentence used as a banner quote in the magazine is ". . . Mary knew that she was among that group of women who are truly bisexual. . . ."; and the following sentence concludes a photo caption for a photo of two straight couples engaged in one of several orgies depicted in magazine chapter photo sets: "This would indicate the possibility that Frank possessed latent homosexual traits."  This 'ersatz scientific written content' literary approach was never one that I would be instructed to attempt as writer/editor.

At my off-campus La Sorbonne apartment located across the street from USC, there was a complex response upon showing the sample magazines to my Cinema Ph.D. program female next-door neighbor.  From the East Coast, she didn't find anything wrong with my accepting the job beyond "if you can stand it."  She would further compare sexual intercourse between a man and woman as something intrinsically violent with veritable "stabbing" taking place and thereafter a woman having a baby was punishment for having participated in the unthinkable and degrading act of sexual intercourse.

The gross nudity in the porno magazines didn't seem to bother me.  To tell the truth, female breasts have never exerted any form of attraction for myself and nor do these endowments among other mammalian species although obviously flattering someone of the opposite sex about this attribute is a conventional flirtation always sure to get a laugh.  Later in my career, I would interact with many lovely actresses and would witness the considerable effect that encountering a 'trophy babe' would inspire with some men.  

Regarding the Academy Press job, this was a chance for a 21-year-old to get professional writing and editing experience at a better salary so I accepted the position necessitating a daily North Hollywood commute.  This became my first ever office job.  The range of duties provided a range of editorial experiences that would help me later in life when I became the staff writer in the publicity department for the motion picture division of Paramount Pictures in Hollywood.  I eventually was promoted to Senior Publicist before a company downsizing resulted with me becoming a freelance publicity writer until I decided to devote myself to bringing the nonfiction case study book TESTAMENT to publication.

In 1978 the porno industry was booming in the San Fernando Valley.  Here is the description currently provided at Wikipedia:  

The valley became the pioneering region for producing adult films in the 1970s and grew to become home to a multibillion-dollar pornography industry, earning the monikers Porn Valley, Silicone Valley (in contrast to Silicon Valley, nickname for the Santa Clara Valley), and San Pornando Valley. The leading trade paper for the industry, AVN magazine, is based in the Northwest Valley, as were a majority of U.S. adult video and magazine distributors.  The Paul Thomas Anderson film "Boogie Nights" explores these aspects of the valley.  According to the HBO series "Pornucopia," at one time, nearly 90 percent of all legally distributed pornographic films made in the United States were either filmed in or produced by studios based in the San Fernando Valley.  The pornography industry began to decline by the mid-2000s, owing, for the most part, to the growing amount of free content on the Internet, which undercut consumers' willingness to pay.

This is a recent photo showing the building of the publishing company where I worked circa 1978/79 during my stint as a writer and editor of hardcore straight porno magazines (and a few 'gay' ones too) during the concluding months while I was attending USC.

Every day when I pulled into the parking lot to begin a new day working for the company, I noticed prestigious cars and the company owner drove a Rolls Royce.  My office was beyond a large work space where was located the huge drafting tables of each of my coworkers.  Appearing like any usual business office, this was where I typed the fictional narratives for the glossy all-color magazines.  Most of the original fictional narratives were distributed in paragraphs (or 'blurbs') throughout the pages of each issue; however, some were decided to have the entire written content at the beginning of that magazine. 

During my last semester at USC, I would make the morning commute from Pasadena to North Hollywood and after work drive to the campus for evening classes before the drive back to Pasadena.  I remember my first general and lasting overview impression about all the employees encountered at the Academy Press.  They seem to be the most typical American people I'd ever met.  Coincidentally, the movie theatre where I'd worked longest during my first vocational employment had also been named Academy.   

The art staff for the hardcore porn division was headed by Steve, a family man whose hobbies included being a boy scouts troop scoutmaster; and Inga, an elderly Swedish woman who always seemed to be in a wry and bemused mood if she wasn't actually tipsy.  Inga's favorite hobby was frog racing and one strange nuance was Inga's nickname for Steve that she constantly used: 'Steveula.'  Inga’s wistful and askance nature seemed to be partially explained by what someone once mentioned to me — there'd been a heart-breaking alienation with a daughter.  Two additional coworkers were Greg (a nice bearded older gay man) and Phillip (a married man who was around my age; he and his wife had relocated to Southern California after graduating from Vassar, if I remember correctly).  The four drafting tables for them were closest to the hall and my office was yards away at the end of the large rectangular chamber.  The 'softcore' division of likewise friendly editors and artists was located on the other side of the building.

One early incident that I still remember is that although I didn't drink coffee myself, it was asked of me to wash out the glass carafe used in the coffee making machine.  While doing so, it shocked me that when i set the item down in the sink the glass shattered on the metal pop-up drain cover at the bottom so it became a very awkward situation when I reported what accidentally happened to Steve and Inga.  I wasn't asked to do that task again.

In the beginning I would occasionally ask my co-workers about possible slang words.  When I asked what would be a good one for a male 'urethra,' Steve told me the enticing term would be 'p***-s***.'  There was a large dictionary of slang profanity at my desk, a book that amazed me as I learned about such terms as 'poontang.'  The words being used all needed to be titillating for the male magazine customers yet I couldn't help imbue my task with a literary sensitivity and even researched famous authors associated with erotica, in particular Anaïs Nin (1903-1977) although I'm not certain how authentic is the bestseller Delta of Venus (1977) with her specified as being the sole author for this version of the stories reported as having been originally written by the author in the 1940s.

Many years later, when I was enrolled in an APLA class to become a hotline telephone consultant and the instructor asked for students to mention some sexual slang words, it was amusing because I knew what they all meant along with some that nobody else had ever heard before. 

As a blogger who has commented on a considerable array of momentous subjects, I must confess that there has been hesitation to write and complete this autobiographical memoir article about this occupation of mine yet now upon contemplating my life experiences it is understandable how every occupation of mine—despite having seemed at the time to result from circumstances of 'mere chance'—was each a reciprocal link in the chain of events culminating with 'my unexpected path of spiritual discovery.'

I've been able to retain copies of the magazines that I wrote among my files all these years and in the following paragraphs I'm commenting on what is recalled about each assignment.  At least two gay magazines with a few blurbs that I remember writing (Guard and Locker) are gone, probably because a gay friend wanted to see them and then weren't returned.  The only gay magazine that I still have is Men of Arena designated to be "An Arena Publication" and featuring only one paragraph apiece to describe the three men featured in the solo male combination black and white with color photos layout. 

       This magazine consisted of photos showing male nudity without explicit interaction between men.

I'm presenting the three descriptions of the male models featured in this magazine to provide an example of what was considered a conventional gay sensibility for porno magazine content during the late 1970s.  The social consciousness being expressed in these paragraphs and in the storylines of my other fictional erotica content seems to reflect life on some parallel world in contrast to the blunt and slang-filled way people speak with one another today; and readers will see how my participation in attempting to bring some small amount of sophistication to the porno magazine genre was to be a halcyon endeavor in relation to the company owner's vision of what the written content should be for his pornographic magazines.

SPIKE

Spike's work with stone and wood has made his muscles hard.  He enjoys working outdoors, and his skin is darkly tanned.  On hot, humid days, clothes make him feel confined.  He takes them off and enjoys the sensation of being wild and free: in tune with nature and himself.  He has no inhibitions, no repressions.  Others are intrigued by his independence and vitality. 

BILL

After a hard week at the office, Bill likes to leave the confines of the city and escape to nature.  He needs to feel free.  Bicycling through the canyon stimulates him to a new awareness of his body.  Later, lounging by the pool relieves his tensions, and letting the cool water rinse over him refreshes him.  He savors these sensual pleasures.

GARRY 

Garry spends his spare time at the gym where a good work out makes his body throb with manly vigor.  He enjoys the consciousness of his masculinity.  After returning from the gym, the water of the swimming pool soothes Garry, who is always looking for new sensations and experiences.  Wherever he goes, he is definitely an adventurer who takes pleasure as it comes. 

At the Academy Press building, I remember that upon once in a while seeing potential hardcore sex photoshoot applicants waiting for an appointment with the company owner, my reaction was one of great curiosity about the psychology of someone opting to engage in sexual activities with other people in a variety of explicit ways while being completely naked for the camera making images of what happened available for public wanton scrutiny.

There was no corporate atmosphere.  During the holiday season, the staff received a coupon for a free supermarket turkey.  Once when there was an unexpected intrusion by a law enforcement agency in search of evidence of an underage model, everyone was sent home for the rest of the day.  Past work experiences and storylines were a source of drollery for my coworkers; for example, I remember once when the warehouse men were playing basketball during a lunch break he humorously squealed: "Oooohhh, man-games."  

Inga had named her pet frog that would compete in races during weekend events 'Kiss Me Quick' and explained that this would be a pun when the race announcer proclaimed something to do with "I'm coming."

During my time with the company, I completed work on around three dozen or more porno magazines.  I can't estimate a precise total because there may have been magazines where I didn't receive a copy after my employment came to an end.  I noticed that none of the magazines are precisely dated beyond listing the names of the three months and year of the present quarter.  There are several types of magazine categories.

1. Combination black and white pages interspersed with color; 8½ x 11 inches (total of 17) — Color cover and back cover / 32 b&w pages include an end page Editorial / 14 color pages / Each title except one is "Volume One • Number One" with a price of $6.00.  In my collection there are eight magazines with the words "AN EROTISEX FANTASY" and at different places on the covers there are the words "ADULTS ONLY" and "EXPLICIT PHOTOS"; and there is a tiny logo for "Academy Press Publications."  There are editorials on either the inside front cover or inside back cover along with a paragraph of copyright and company information.  Nine more magazines show variations, all lacking the ". . . FANTASY" designation while five retain the tiny logo and four do not.  One magazine has the editorial and company data paragraph; seven have replaced both editorial and paragraph with a page of ads for super-8 reels of "porno films" and a miscellany of other sexual content items; and one doesn't have the ad page.

2.  All-Color Magazines; 8½ x 11 inches (total of 9): There is one magazine version of a porno movie (Gail Palmer's "Candy Goes to Hollywood") and one "ALL COLOR CLIMAX DOUBLE FEATURE" (having two different narrative storylines and the back cover editorial and company information) with tiny company logo, the "Volume One Number One" specification with the words "EXPLICIT PHOTOS" seen in a band at the lower right of the magazine cover (both of these two magazines are $10.00); and there are seven identified as "A Gourmet Edition" without the editorial and company paragraph.  One of these is $10.00 and the other six are $12.50.  Five of the eight have the words "ALL COLOR" and six specify "ADULTS ONLY."

3.  All-Color Monte Carlo Collection Magazines; 6 x 9 inches (total of 6): Each one entails "3 EROTIC SECTIONS"; the first two issues have a cover price of $7.50 and the following ones are $10.  All of these magazines have no other information on the cover or elsewhere in each issue. 

4.  All-Color Magazines; 6½ x 9¼ inches (total of 2): Boudoir is subtitled "AN ALL COLOR INTERNATIONAL SEXPOSÉ (Volume One Number Two) with a $7.50 cover price; and John Holmes Deep Throat is "A Gourmet Edition" costing $15.00.

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Glancing through the magazines again after so many years, something that may be certain is that this occupation removed any mystery concerning experiencing any physical intimacy and sex between people.

During the period when I was working for Academy Press, the editor of the softcore magazine Foxette invited me to submit a fictional short story.  I gave him a short story entitled "The Wallflower" about a lonely and effusive young woman.  Because there was no sexual content whatsoever, I doubted the story would be accepted yet eventually was delighted upon learning that it had been selected for publication.  

Listed below are the titles of the hardcore magazines in my collection.  This is done in a somewhat random fashion with what seem to be the earliest efforts presented before the others.  All are undated and I cannot remember the circumstances involved with the two editorials included in some of the magazines although the latter one seems more in tune with my vernacular and concerns.

The art staff made plenty of suggestions to me when I first commenced my full-time daily hours.  Months later, they mentioned that they could tell that I was a "virgin" and this was acknowledged by myself as being correct.  I remember once asking Inga how someone performs oral sex and she said it is comparable to sipping while using a straw.

Below each magazine title, a reflection of mine is presented and/or a quote from the written content contributed by myself.  The written material needed to conform with some necessities such as using certain blunt sexual terms in the blurbs or—in the case of a few of the magazines—the complete story content was provided upfront to introduce the succession of photos that followed.  Throughout the excerpts being quoted in this article, some profane words have asterisks to avoid profanity.

Route 69

This might be one of the examples first provided to me when considering the job because it is so typical of how perfunctory usage of profane slang words can be.  As I've retained this magazine, it may well be my initial project.  The narrative content is a simple hodgepodge of smut that never quite reaches the level of satire.  The first sentence is an example: "Here I am as horny as Hell, hitchhiking a ride with the biggest, ball-busting hard-on I think I've ever had, so I start imagining things."  This particular magazine combines a plethora of sexual terms and expressions that were popular in 1978.

Sucker 

The following sentences are the surprise ending for the blurbs for this porno photo set that was obviously inspired the TV show popular at that time "Kojak" starring bald Telly Savalas as a detective who liked lollipops.  The lovely and innocent-appearing young woman was a porno newcomer whom company executives thought would be a big sales draw.  She is one of the performers who repeatedly were seen in photo shoots featured in magazine issues.

. . . we dressed.  I still felt no weariness: I still felt possessed of a sensual delirium.  I noticed an article of clothing with the others that didn't belong.  The detective had with him the same hood that the burglar had worn.  It had all been an elaborate trick, but one that I had played upon myself: it was then that I awoke.  I realized that I had molded a fantasy where a thief had pretended to be a detective to steal pleasure from my body.  Eager for a real experience—one as enriching as my fantasy—I decided to find a real man to act it out with.  The men with suckers will be the ones I f*** first!

Tender Trap

Along with the requisite profane slang, the sentence flow shows an attempt to chronicle a succession of thoughts.  By now, it seems obvious that this is the funniest article this blog blogger has ever written.  The opening blurb shows how the content is geared toward male readers and I can imagine what would be the female responses to this narrative.

Most girls are like me, I suppose.  There's probably no place they would rather be than with some robust young man on a large, secluded bed.  Finding an imaginative, uninhibited stud is by no means an easy procedure, so I usually am forced to make do with fantasies.  I conjure up various beds and men until I begin a scathingly delicious fantasy where I'm nude luxuriating in a different kind of bed — a stream bed.  It doesn't take long for a hunter to appear. 

Balling The Jock

This is the first paragraph of the narrative that is featured at the beginning of the magazine in the entirety.

Marian and I were walking home from the junior college when she pointed at a man playing basketball by himself at the park.  "That's the kind of man I want to f***," she declared, "a real man, a jock!"  Marian's oval face made a happy smile, "Boy would I like to get my hands on his balls."  She didn't know what a double entendre was, much less used them, so I knew that she didn't mean basketballs.

Magnificent Cock

This magazine features a very tall comparatively older man.  While he wasn't a famous porno star, he was endowed with very long limbs and especially you know where.  Here are some excerpts from the concluding story content page blurb: "'It was the best time ever for me . . . Big things are in store for you,' she exclaims to him, smiling."  Seeing this particular magazine again, I'm reminded that during photo shoots mayonnaise was used to simulate ejaculatory fluid.

Lady of the Manor

My inspiration for this narrative was the Jean Genet play "The Maids."  This scenario involves a butler who says to Madam (actually it is a maid who is pretending to be their Madam) at one point, "Such unladylike words from a member of the bourgeoisie."  This dialogue between these two characters is typical of my spontaneously humorous approach to the porn oeuvre:

"Langley, you put your Madam's heart at ease."

"What about the milkman?  He, too, has been known to satisfy Madam's lusts."

"Yes, but he is a brute.  He doesn't have your refined elegance, your precise style . . . "

"You mean, he doesn't have as big a p****."  

It is impossible for the reader to know how serious is the couple's proclamations of plotting the murder of their hated Madam either via poisoned tea or when Langley claims:

". . . I improvised a bomb and placed it beneath Madam's seat in the Rolls.  She will be blown to bits.  Yes, I have succeeded where you have failed.  I will have murdered her, and we will not be incriminated.  The authorities are certain to take the bombing as just another act of terrorism, so widespread today."

So overjoyed is Claire by the news that her orgasm is the fiercest she has ever had.

Fly Me

What is the point of writing porn if a laugh can't be had about it all.  The first blurb shows the stewardess sitting down beside a bearded man on a bench.

Shelley can tell by the expression of the man sitting on the bench that he is "looking for a little companionship."  She quickly goes to him.  "Hi, I don't have anything planned so you can come home with me if you like."  He agrees and she smiles.  "I'm Shelley, but everybody calls me Daisy.  I'm a stewardess."

Soon thereafter, she mentions: "You're a real hairy guy.  I like hairy men.  When I was little, I had a crush on my teddy bear."  She eventually mentions in the concluding blurb:

"When I say coffee, tea or me, I'm not kidding."  Euphoric, Woody only half listens to Shelly who is insisting that he should forget about friendly skies: "the best high is located between my thighs."

In 2025 how easy it is to recognize this type of enticement that might contribute to young people estimating that having sex is some sort of tremendous excitement and therefore engage in intercourse before an adequate personal relationship is developed with the other person.  

Bedtime Story

The blurbs in this magazine indicate my consideration of psychological and emotional states of the characters.  An author renowned for having accomplished this in her fiction is Anaïs Nin, who is also famous for her diaries.  Here are some example excerpts from this issue.

Sometimes their photographic sessions became sexual explorations with elaborate caresses exchanged . . . the act delivered a feeling of total dominance . . . Lisa photographed Andy as a dramatic gesture, knowing that no photograph could capture how a personality has changed when placed in juxtaposition with another . . . [flashback to the day of Andy's 'transformation']  When unexpectedly confronted with Lisa and Connie one afternoon (class had dismissed early), Andy was bewildered and angry.  He had never asked Lisa to give herself to him before, but now he wanted her to prove her love for him.  He did not yet perceive that sex was something without rules.  Lisa and Connie stroked and kissed him, trying to show him that sex was joyous and to be celebrated . . . The encounter with Lisa and Connie with its thunderous climax liberated Andy from an uninhibited lifestyle . . . Andy willed for his life to become one of rapture and ecstasy: an elaborate bedtime story that would never end.

Massage

This is probably the most over-the-top funny narrative devised by myself for one of the magazine issues with the complete story in the front.  Here are some excerpts.

[unaffectionate harpie wife:] "You animal," she scolded him sullenly, "you only think of one thing day after day, night after night.  You really should have married a whore . . . You couldn't even get it up for another woman." . . . He called the spa and found that Lillith was available . . . He opened the door to Lillith's room at the spa . . . "Mr. Tim-Tim, do you want me to do you good?" . . . She had once told him that the position gave her a wild feeling: it reminded her of the sexual rituals that transpired on the island she said she came from . . . "I feel like I be on island with animals and stormy sea all around.  Some of the others of the village did it with animals on the island.  I want you to do it to me like we were animals, Mr. Tim-Tim."

After Timothy learns that his wife happens also to be one of Lillith's clients, he begins to feel dizzy and starts to leave when the masseuse's personality abruptly alters.

"You're not leaving here until I get my money," she said indignantly.

He looked at her confusedly, "Why are you speaking like that?"  He couldn't understand why she wasn't talking with an accent . . . "Don't you come from an island?"

She started to laugh, "Oh, boy, are you stupid." 

Ravaged! ("Volume One • Number Two")

Regarding this storyline supposedly depicting a young woman's dream of being raped by two hirsute men with the bearded one wearing sunglasses throughout the photo set—she nicknamed one 'Curley' and the other 'Chuckles—I remember having the instruction to end the story with a disclaimer against rape.  This is it: "My dream had showed me the terrible possibilities of rape . . . No woman should ever be forced to suffer the physical, psychological and emotional damage that comes from being ravaged."

I remember my coworker Greg comparing this issue with the Number One and saying, "I'd rather be ravaged by these two men than those other ones."  An example of the female protagonist's thoughts in this narrative is: "I was scared for my life, while it seemed my rape was nothing but a wicked game to them."

Three 

The storyline for this photoshoot featuring two young women and a man begin taking place at a carpet store.  I decided to satirize the banter typical between the two main characters of the then-popular TV sitcom "LaVerne and Shirley."

Shelley smiled at him striking a suggestive pose with Verna and muttered under her breath, "Now you've done it.  We could be fired for laying down on the job."

"He's worth it," Verna told her as he came to them.

"That's what you said about the delivery boy at the health food store." 

The man named 'Dick' refers to the two of them as "lovable klutzes" and "kooky chicks."  At one point, he is seen simultaneously carrying both of them over his shoulders to take them home.

Dick grinned happily, "You two girls are really something.  You ought to have your own TV show.  Really!"

"What should it be called?" Verna asked flatly, "Happy lays?"

These are the final words in this narrative.

. . . Verna and Shelley were already wondering what their next zany adventure would be like.  They both had the same idea.  Maybe a foursome would be fun. . . .

Golden Girl

The excitement about the company's young blonde discovery became part of the storyline with this magazine.  One blurb has Tom contemplating how extraordinarily classy, beautiful and refined is the famous young woman.  At that moment, she tells him: "F*** me like a dog."  The first paragraph excerpt is how the narrative begins and the final paragraph excerpt presents the concluding sentences.

Tom smiled, knowing that he would soon be f****** Christine DeHaven, the famous "Golden Girl" whose beauty had made her a living legend.  Pictures of her graced the covers of leading magazines.  New in town and out of a job, Tom was drinking his problems away in a bar that afternoon when this classy chick puts the make on him and offers to take him to her house in her Cadillac . . . he didn't realize her identity until they reached her luxurious home.  In the plush living room, Tom proposed a toast.  "To the rising young super star," he said with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Success is wonderful," she told him.  "There's only one way to celebrate it" . . .   

"It's never been this great," she said, "I've never felt like this!  Hey, stud," she said, as if she had come to some important decision, "I need a chauffeur.  You'll be able to live here with me . . ."  Tom smiled, realized that he was about to come up in the world.

You are cordially invited to . . . 

On the cover of this magazine there are eight totally nude people engaging in lewd sexual acts within a few inches of green grass between each couple.  For this narrative I decided to satirize Robert Altman movies, giving each character a secret divulged throughout the magazine blurbs.  Here's the first blurb and some other comical excerpts —

It started as a volleyball game.  There was one scheduled every Saturday for couples staying at The Altman Mountain Spa.  "It's so hot," the blonde, Joy, called out, "Let's play in the nude."  "Nobody will see us, and this is a spa," Joy's boyfriend, Roger, grinned.  The others had excited expressions as they stripped.  "F*** the volleyball game!" Joy exclaimed later, "Let's orgy."

The swingers gathered into an assortment of different groups during the afternoon, wanting as many different partners as possible . . . Spa attendants were startled to see the nudists scramble into the pool room.  Some of the attendants also took off their clothes wanting to join them, but the spa manager reminded them there was no fraternizing with the guests.

The secrets: participants include a call girl, a hustler, a high society couple, two are siblings, one was a lesbian until meeting this new orgy lover (the sibling stepbrother) who reminds her of her father, and a man with an oral fixation is "making up for lost time!" after a long relationship of going steady with a prudish girl who left him behind to marry a mortician's son.

Young at Heart 

Although sometimes Steveula and Inga teased me about not having originated many titles (although most were fait accompli), this is definitely one I suggested and was happily accepted by the company owner.  The word 'heart' is a subtle slang word for the shape appearing at the tip of an uncircumcised male sex organ.  It seemed ironic to give this older couple unappealing names: Barney and Ethel.  The storyline concludes in an upbeat way.  I had trouble finding a concluding sentence and Inga provided the knowing bit of monologue featured.

. . . "I love you, Sweetums," he tells her as he puts on his pants.  "I'm going to call the office and tell them that I won't be coming in today.  I want to spend the entire day with you, honey."  After he leaves the room, Ethel looks at her reflection in the mirror.  "You've still got it, babe," she tells herself.

Detour

How's this for a droll conclusion to a porn narrative in a canyon locale about an impromptu sexual interlude for two that eventually becomes a threesome.

"I was supposed to have heard a lecture on 'Mating Techniques Among Small Woodland Animals' today," Carla told Kate.  "But they can't do it in as many ways as we did it!"

"I don't know about that," Cecil said.

"Boy, am I off course," Kate said, preparing to leave.  "I'm late for my audition.  This guy's in town looking for girls who want to skate in the roller derby."

Cecil shrugged, "Nothing has gone wrong with my schedule.  I planned to f*** around all day!"

Garden Party 

This photo set involving a comparatively older man and two younger women concludes with a homage to the Katherine Mansfield short story of the same title.

. . . It was an erotic moment for all three of them.  Then, Alice spoke to Linda.  "Sex is . . . sex is . . . is . . ."

"Yes, isn't it?" Linda said.  

All Color Climax Double Feature 

Here are some excerpts from the editorial on the inside back cover.

The time in which we live is one of self-exploration.  People are hungry to understand their world and relationships, expand the limits of their consciousness and explore their sexuality. 

There is a tradition of American erotic publishing that is growing day by day.  The popularity of novels having predominantly sexual subject matter, along with the growing percentage of motion pictures dealing with sexual themes, proves that the celebration of sexuality is part of our social climate.

The old-fashioned attitudes that equated sex with sin are no longer acceptable.  It is becoming more and more apparent that the repression of sexual investigation is an expression of insecurity.  Just as we are aware that it is vital to our emotional health to love and be loved, we also must recognize that our sexual desires must be satisfied.  As all of us look inward and examine our sensual realities [blogger's comment: Or lack thereof!], we must see through the myths and realize that the primary truth is that one which allows us to be true to ourselves. 

As long as individuals do not infringe upon the rights of others, they should be allowed to investigate and satisfy their sexual needs.  Our magazines are designed to stimulate intellectual and sexual self-discovery through stories and pictures that the reader will recognize as reflecting the mood of the present, a time of expanded sexual awareness, enlightenment and discovery.

Boudoir

Along with four color photo layouts of the usual type of fare, a section showing three examples of sexual illustrations is entitled "Erotica 'Round the World" with this paragraph in English, German and French.

Artwork featuring men and women coupled together in ecstasy have been a part of every culture, but oppressive social conditions have led to the destruction or repression of these works of art.  Those that have survived are eagerly studied by scholars, artists, historians and art lovers everywhere! 

Other titles with sort of run-of-the mill storyline blurbs are Speedball, Call Girl (English-Spanish), Happy Hour, Mediterranean Affair, On the Rocks, Girl Friends, Wild Ride, and Sugar; along with six Monte Carlo Collection magazines, each with three sections and storylines.  Two all color magazines featuring well-known porno movie stars are John Holmes Deep Throat that includes An Excerpt From Gail Palmer's New Erotic Adventures of Candy; and a magazine adaptation of Gail Palmer's Candy Goes to Hollywood.  I don't remember how the blurbs in these were derived, probably from the movie script for the latter.  Both conclude with comic lines —

Someday John is bound to leave his prints at the Chinese Theatre, but you can be sure it won't be footprints that he leaves! 

"I think I better get out of here," she told herself.  "I've caused so much trouble.  These Hollywood people are crazy.  I think I'll go to Washington where people are sane!"

In January 1979 my stint at Academy Press ended soon after the company owner mandated me to change my style of writing to a female first-person point of view that would completely consist of sentences with the most crude profanities possible.  The owner thought this would be a bigger turn-on to the men and bolster magazine sales.  Because I'd just  completed all the courses to obtain my Cinema B.A. degree, this seemed the ideal time to leave the company.  I simply told him, "I can't write that way."  He finally said something like, "Okay, I'll let you go."

I'd once visited the Hollywood home of my coworker Phillip and met his wife yet it still seemed a surprise on my last day to see him literally pushing her from behind to demonstrably accomplish her job interview.  During my visit, I'd been startled when offered a reefer as it was not something common throughout middle class people.  (I didn't know then about the appalling effects and brain impairment that can result, as mentioned in one blog article.)  I couldn't imagine a woman tolerating the job in this new style; however, I broke off contact with my former coworkers to concentrate upon exploring other opportunities in the broader 'biz' so I don't know what occurred at the company thereafter.  A softcore magazine editor insisted to me that I would return to the porno industry because 'everyone always does' yet this seemed impossible to me, considering how vast was the respectable mainstream entertainment industry in Southern California.

After noticing an ad in The Hollywood Reporter, I later did interview for a position at Larry Flynt Publications out of curiosity to see what the opportunity would entail yet Larry's wife who spoke to me never followed up on our meeting and I felt comfortable making no further effort, such as sending a thank you letter after the interview.  When struggling to find a meaningful full-time job in the movie industry I once began a job with a female producer/director whose office was in Hollywood, estimating that this might be a good introduction to independent filmmaking for me; however, the producer's secretary evidently felt threatened by my presence and convinced the producer that I wasn't experienced enough for what the job entailed.  By that time, I'd seen enough that I didn't want to offer any rebuttal and continued looking for 'the right job.'

One surprising incident during my few days at this producer's office was that my esteemed USC instructor Arthur Knight (my professor for two classes) visited her.  She was a friend of the author of The Liveliest Art and I became aware of just how intense was his interest in the topic of some of his books — 'sex in cinema,' although this field of analysis seemed to me like a redundant subject for commentary in my estimation.

Some people consider whether or not 'Everything happens for a reason' and many transcendental communication case chronologies help an individual to understand the nature of an omnipresent spiritual Oneness encompassing all individual 'Higher Selves' that are exerting subconscious and superconscious influences to benefit all the unimaginably vast amount of units / iotas of All That Is (including you or me) in existence.  The realization that metaphysical teachings of these varieties are ignored, misunderstood, suppressed, and are the basis for incorrect or misleading reporting / misinformation / disinformation has motivated me to publish at this noncommercial blog hundreds of profile articles about extensively documented transcendental communication case chronologies.

Another irony in my life in evaluating my career was that what would be what I considered my first major mainstream entertainment industry job would also be embarked upon without much careful thought and strategizing.  The result was that I would become a talent agent.  The agency logo is shown below.  (article) 

A previous blog article about what has become discernible to me about individuals engaging in entertainment pastimes is "The Shocking Reality of Human Life Today Has Yet to Be Recognized By Most People" that includes these words.

What if you were to realize that upon reaching the ascended realm of being, all of the entertainment that had been experienced would bring regret because these pastimes distracted from otherwise having expanded one's consciousness about the most true nature of reality.  From the perspective of someone metaphysically knowledgeable such as this blogger, the combination of entertainment with regulated news and information media has wrought the ongoing holocaust in human consciousness and thinking ability worldwide . . . (article)

The most surprising irony with my porno magazine writer/editor stint is here once again stated (as in part 1 of this article)—and this is something that wouldn't have been a subject of contemplation for myself back then at that time in my life—is that myself would go on to lead an essentially nonsexual life although all my perceptions about the meaning of the word 'love' altered with the 'paranormal initiation' documented in TESTAMENT (1997) encompassing startling discoveries related to what is involved with the basis for 'sexual intercourse.'  Considering all that was experienced brought the realization that as journalist to my experiences my position was and is that of 'everyman' / surrogate for readers.  (example articles: 1, 2, 3) 

While writing this article, I found myself experiencing the thoughts such as 'This is so awful.  What was I thinking back then?  How could I have done this?'  Obviously, I was in an early phase of developing my metaphysical and spiritual understanding yet nonetheless have witnessed how the omnipresent spiritual Oneness interacts with each component from a Reality beyond all events that have happened during the past and all that are occurring at present.  Here are excerpts from a transcript of oration by the transcendental communicator 'Lazaris' through Jach Pursel regarding the subject of 'time' —

You have those that are called past and present and future lifetimes that are those which are in the same space as you, but in different times, and that's your illusion.  You also have those lifetimes that are called parallel lifetimes, which are in the same time, but in a different space.  There's a "you" that's alive now that isn't this you, but is a parallel to you.  It's not literally a geometric parallel, but it's a "parallel" to you in time, not space.  Some of you have two or three parallel lifetimes . . . A parallel life is a split-off of you.

There are overlapping lifetimes that you have because all the lifetimes are happening at once.  Time is an illusion.  All lifetimes are simultaneous — past, present, future, parallel, overlapping.  All of them are happening at once.

The most correct way would be to refer to all lifetimes as concurrent lives experienced in varying time / space continua.  That is rather bulky, so you call them past, present, future, parallel, or overlapping.  This is technically incorrect, but both efficient and effective.  Like time itself, it is an illusion that is technically incorrect, but both efficient and effective.  article

One aspect of what did or didn't occur during my lifetime is that throughout the early years of my career the jobs that most interested me always remained elusive.  The most startling twist of fate occurred in New York City when I was in a taxi on the way to a meeting with the head of development for a top movie producer.  The taxi engine stalled and the result was my arriving late for an appointment where punctuality was a determining factor.  

This blog making available the current total of 775 articles is an example of how someone older—and who has made learning about metaphysical, spiritual and cosmological aspects of life his priority for nearly 30 years—shares what has been learned.  I'm left wondering if any notice will be given from young people who've been instructed by commercial news and information bureaucracies that the best way to pass one's time is to spend money on entertainment spanning movies, TV shows, computer games, novels; watching sports, trivial YouTube and TikTok videos, and so on (for corporate profit).

I recently commented with an X.com post: ". . . the essential lesson that any so-called narcissist has yet to learn — that what's the most important thing considered by someone of a developed intellect and emotional sensibility is the mentality of the potential close friend rather than the outward appearance." 

Something highly revealing about contemporary American society that presents a vivid contrast with photos in the 'skin magazines' being published when I was young is particularly evident throughout my collection of Academy Press porno magazines.  Nearly every single man and woman seen completely in the nude is seen to have no tattoos or piercings whatsoever.  Among the hundreds of couples featured entirely naked throughout the magazines, only two people are seen to have a tattoo: one of the orgy men in You are cordially invited to . . . bears a single tattoo not more than a couple inches in width and height in the middle of his upper arm; and one of the males among the couples in Monte Carlo Collection 1 (with three sections/storylines) has a tattoo not more than three inches in width and height in the middle of his right upper arm.

According to a 2023 Pew Research Center report, "32% of Americans have a tattoo, including 22% who have more than one."  Also in comparison to the late 1970d, anabolic androgenic steroids use has expanded and I personally am left incredulous about the fact that cannabis is now legal in 24 states for recreational use.

Again, a documented case of transcendental communication—in this case Instrumental Transcommunication (ITC)—the communicator representing the ascended realm, Konstantin Raudive, warned: " You know by experience, Mark [Macy], how dangerous drugs of all kinds can be.  Try to warn humanity that they not only alter their present lives on your side but also influence in a negative way their future lives."  The 'channeled entity' known as 'Ramtha' spoke particularly about marijuana.

Every time you inhale the weed, you are killing yourself; you are losing the ability to be happy because there is less and less there to facilitate the electrum of the thoughts that incur joy.

Many of you can't even say "no" to a joint.  (article)

images shared at X.com 

Many people in the 2020s choose comparatively extreme body alterations.  Evidently, unable to comprehend the nature and purposes of life people aren't able to advance themselves meaningful in relation to becoming wise so their efforts are given to physical cosmetology.

In view of the 775 articles at this blog that have the purpose of sharing the evidentiary data that would enable readers to achieve metaphysical, spiritual and cosmological expansion of consciousness or essential understanding about earthly life, considering what I know (beyond anything merely theoretical) it seems undeniable that a vast proportion of people have forgotten how to think beyond accustomed social consciousness orientations.  This is most true of the federal government bureaucracy in Washington, D.C. when one is knowledgeable about the history of the Military-Industrial Complex or what in evolved terminology would be the 'Military Industrial Corporate Entertainment and Regulated Commercial News and Information Media Complex.

In one of my recent X.com posts, this blogger commented:

As is proven by the National Security Journal article "The B-2 Stealth Bomber Strike on Iran's Nuclear Sites 'Failed'" by Stephen . . . there are military indoctrinated government officials who show no consideration for the horrible scope of the killing and environmental devastation that they plan.  This is due to their own brainwashing and lack of metaphysical / spiritual knowledge.  Each human being will eventually gain a new understanding of the nature and Laws of life upon making their transition to the ascended realm.  A blog article about this subject is "Here are Reasons to Consider Evidence for Life Continuing Beyond the Present Incarnation" . . . any thinking, rational and God-loving human being will be shocked at how stupid some people can allow themselves to become while existing in a culture where momentous data revealing the true dimensions of Earth life has been ignored, misunderstood or suppressed for many generations due to bureaucratic rationales involving people not accepting personal responsibility for one's actions while residing within a materialistic society where people are relegated to being consumers for the profit of corporations while facts about metaphysical, spiritual and cosmological aspects of life are hidden because they are deemed  to have no relevance to the social consciousnesses observable throughout commercial mainstream news, information and entertainment media as currently regulated. 

Another X post offers two article links:

"US Has Delivered 90,000 Tons of Weapons to Israel in Nearly 600 Days" 

This article again has me asking 'Where is the long-needed Department of Peace needed to counter now-traditional bureaucratic military thinking that has been in control of the government bureaucracy for generations.'

Some advice even for Presidents is: "Learn to have compassion for murderers and slayers, for they have a terrible working through of emotion that they must deal with when their conquest is finished, and that often takes millenniums.  The slain has a body within the next moment.  The slayer never forgets."  Article: "Essential Transcendental Revelations for Leaders of Paperwork Principalities Today"

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