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semperfionaWhile I was looking above the suspended ceiling in the basement to find the cable wires, I found a copy of the November 1990 issue of Hustler magazine stashed up there. I suspect the previous owners' teenage son. Come to think of it when we first moved into this house we received a few copies of Penthouse that didn't forward. I don't remember whose name was on the label.
I looked at it curiously for a while but ended up throwing it away after only looking at a quarter of it because it was just too gross. I don't mean the pictures of naked women. Those, if rather blatant and unsexy on the grounds of overexposure, were not offensive.
I mean the sick cartoons and photo gags.
One of the least offensive: A man walks up to his neighbor's house where there is a big "Happy Halloween" sign and a dead man hanged from the porch eaves. The caption says "Great decorations, Fred!" One of the more disgusting: "Good Luck, Bad Luck, Worse Luck". There were several, but one was "Good Luck: You meet a stacked chick at the office party. Bad Luck: She's a victim of a botched boob job. (With gruesome picture of red seeping wounds all over her breasts). Worse Luck: She's a he." There was another several page spread of racial jokes and photo gags that I can't even find words to explain without being offensive myself.
I am rather horrified by the thought of people jerking off to this magazine. I was thoroughly revolted rather than aroused, and these revolting images are now stuck in my head. I'm glad I was intelligent enough to get rid of it before I read the whole thing and had even more yuck in my head.
I looked at it curiously for a while but ended up throwing it away after only looking at a quarter of it because it was just too gross. I don't mean the pictures of naked women. Those, if rather blatant and unsexy on the grounds of overexposure, were not offensive.
I mean the sick cartoons and photo gags.
One of the least offensive: A man walks up to his neighbor's house where there is a big "Happy Halloween" sign and a dead man hanged from the porch eaves. The caption says "Great decorations, Fred!" One of the more disgusting: "Good Luck, Bad Luck, Worse Luck". There were several, but one was "Good Luck: You meet a stacked chick at the office party. Bad Luck: She's a victim of a botched boob job. (With gruesome picture of red seeping wounds all over her breasts). Worse Luck: She's a he." There was another several page spread of racial jokes and photo gags that I can't even find words to explain without being offensive myself.
I am rather horrified by the thought of people jerking off to this magazine. I was thoroughly revolted rather than aroused, and these revolting images are now stuck in my head. I'm glad I was intelligent enough to get rid of it before I read the whole thing and had even more yuck in my head.
