I was in the Yungaburra newsagents today. Had a bit of a browse, which I haven’t done for years. Looked at three magazines, as they displayed sexy young women on their covers which drew the inquisitive male observer to see what luscious, lithe and lewd photos lay within.

I wasn’t disappointed!!

Full frontal nudity in all of them!

Woohoo!

But then I noticed on the cover of one that it is listed as ‘Unrestricted – Not recommended for people under the age of 15’. Same with the other two.

Now, my interest was really aroused!

How could such photos, and hence such magazines as these three: Picture, People and Penthouse, be unrestricted?!?!

Then I noticed that the style of written expression is definitely unrestricted. I mean, anything goes!

So…..at what point did full frontal nudity and total freedom of written sexual expression become unrestricted??

Very different to when I was a horny adolescent in the 70s!

And…. (this is the subject of this thread)… is it a good or bad thing that our sexual expression has loosened up over the years….and continues to do so, not least with the advent of the internet?

While I agree it was not like that in my hunter gatherer days Ludwig, the 1960,s.
It was not a desert either.
You can see as much on park benches Friday nights and some put worse on face book.
Doubt it will ever be different, or that I would want it to.
Yes some go too far, once it would have seen different thoughts but now?
Well wish some would understand sex has always been around they did not invent it.
And that some times the morning after syndrome can last many mornings.

Ludwig, I had no idea you were just a kid. Here I have been, all this time, thinking you were a mature member of society. This of course explains a lot.

On the nudity bit old mate, it is not as if it is a new thing, it is just the magazines & the net that's new.

Our morals, & acceptance of more nudity to day is just a symptom of our recovery from the prudish Victorian era. Something like the planets recovery from the little ice age.

I wonder if the cold was a factor in making the species cover up at that time. After all, during the Roman warm period, clothing was more or less optional. If we can believe Hollywood, not only the Romans, but none less that Cleopatra ran around a study in the near nuddy, most of the time.

If I can believe the academics writings, I know a doubtful prospect, in the days before trains with WCs built in, even the ladies of the land would, when nature called, get down from their coach, hitch up their finery, & pee in the gutter.

In fact I think you could say that for most of human history, clothing was just for warmth. Get into the areas of the Pacific islands less frequented by white man, & you still find grass skirts that enhance the display of, rather than cover up a ladies attractions, & men wearing a little sheath of woven coconut fond, smaller than our wallet. Yes for most of our history we were nude.

So Ludwig old mate, just use these mags etc. to brush up on your anatomy lessons, so badly neglected in your youth.

Nothing's really changed. Just the access to it has. There has always been nudity on display and the access has always been there.

Dear Ludwig,

I used to collect playboy centrefolds for my husband -
for years when we lived in Los Angeles. Later
I added the Penthouse centrefolds to the collection
they were more "earthy."

We planned to make
a montage of them behind the bar in the house
we were planning to build once we returned to
Melbourne. It would have made an entertaining
little niche. However, my husband changed his mind
and ended up throwing them all out.

Instead -
a family friend
painted a portrait of me - "au naturale." Which
now hangs in our entertainment room.

Hey, hey, Lexi,

"au naturale" - that takes me back to uni when we had to sketch nude models in drawing class. Still got them I think rolled up out in the shed....the drawings - not the models : )

<< Ludwig, I had no idea you were just a kid. Here I have been, all this time, thinking you were a mature member of society. This of course explains a lot.>>

Hell no, I’m no mature member of society! Pfff. Once a horny teenager, always a horny teenager.

Been one now for forty years!!

<< Our morals, & acceptance of more nudity to day is just a symptom of our recovery from the prudish Victorian era. >>

I totally agree. But some would argue that it is a sign of the corruption of morals and the impending collapse of society! ( :>o

Phoowey to that!

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Oow Lexi, can I come around some time and have a perve. Er.. I mean; an artistic appraisal of your portrait?

Dear Ludwig,

Of course you can but there's just one condition.
You have to take your clothes off to do it.

Ludwig, lexi,

It's a curious thing that when you're drawing a nude you're only concentrating on the lines and the shadows - trying to fashion a three dimensional figure in two dimensions. I get just as much kick when I'm drawing a cathedral or some such entity. Drawing Gothic vaulting or a flying buttress is just as satisfying as drawing a.....

Dear Poirot,

I know what you mean.
Writing short stories has the same effect on me.
And I've just been inspired ...

My next short story will be on ... ;-)

Woohoo Lexi, they’re already off in anticipation!

<< Drawing Gothic vaulting or a flying buttress is just as satisfying as drawing a..... >>

Uhh! Poirot, I’d much rather draw a …. any day!

Photograph…

Touch….

Play with…

Oh hold on. I’m heterosexual……….aren’t I??

<< It's a curious thing that when you're drawing a nude you're only concentrating on the lines and the shadows >>

I’d be conthentrating on the length and the shape, daaaarling!

Okay, Ludwig....remember what happened last time you got frisky? Lexi and I got frisky right back - and you headed for the hills.

Btw, a flying buttress is far more geometrically sublime (not to mention load-bearing) than a.......

<< Lexi and I got frisky right back - and you headed for the hills >>

Bahhh. I did not!

I whimped off with m’ tail btween m’ legs and hid under a log!!

You girls were getting really scary!!

<< a flying buttress is far more geometrically sublime >>

.Reaally daaarling, I couldn’t give a flying fuctress about flying buttresses.

Feeling butts on the other hand, is something I could get right into!!

Ludwig,

There's obviously nothing more for it than to send you to matron with a note. She'll dispense you something castor oilish and tuck you into bed in the infirmary for the day with a plentiful supply of Beano comics.

But you should be fully recovered by tomorrow : )

Lexi>> Instead - a family friend painted a portrait of me - "au naturale." Which now hangs in our entertainment room.<<

Lexi my canvassed coquette, I expect you gain some satisfaction from having your form emblazoned on the entertainment room wall to delight and enchant your guests. Where is your partner’s picture I ask. Should not your guests have the opportunity of seeing your mans penis and his largest organ, his skin, ala natural. Why is his doodle not hanging over them like a limp sword of Damocles while his gonads give way to gravity and hang unfettered covered by the pubic velvet that nature had endowed to him.

The reason I would surmise is that you girls have a form worth exhibiting. A soft roundness regardless of body stature that screams I was designed right. Whereas we guys are left with a utilitarian form that is only good for toting barges and bailing hay. Not fair Lexi, in my house I have paintings of the whole family in the nude, including our pets. I have recently embarked on a project that will see a gallery of nude neighbours and acquaintances as well; although the project may be long term as my opportunities to see the models is limited by the time I have to peek through their windows at night.

So Lexi, from Baltic Belle to Bohemian Bombshell, this has certainly changed the way in which I will interpret your posts in the future… Please don’t tell me that you smoked weed at uni…it would shatter my minds eye picture of you inexorably my dearest one.

Poirot, I did not know that you are femme. So in future my replies to you will carry the civility that must always be employed by males when addressing absolutely anyone or anything that is not male. I appologise for any previously narky over tones to my replies, I thought you were a bloke.

Lexi, you naughty girl you. I am having a discussion with my self, trying to decide if your painting would be demure & shy, of blatant & forthright. My thoughts are tending to the latter.

My eldest named her first Chloe. The poor sheltered thing has never been to Melbourne, [daughter, not grand daughter that is]. I specifically avoided telling my daughter of that beauty on the wall of the Young & Jackson, when advised of the choice of name.

My son, after a training course at Flinders naval depot, could not wait to tell her of his finding.

Perhaps it says a lot about our world today, that a kid at school in country Young NSW in the 50s had heard about Chloe, but today her fame has faded. Pity.

No apology needed, sonofgloin - for thinking I was a bloke. What could I expect when calling myself "Poirot". However, I note that you appear to be a gentleman of the old school. Why, you'd probably open doors for me as well - something I find completely wonderful! (but then that preference probably emanates from my alter-ego, the "Countess of Grantham")

Cheers : )

Luddy>>So…..at what point did full frontal nudity and total freedom of written sexual expression become unrestricted??

Luddy I was a city kid in Sydney, lived ten minutes from Hyde Park. When I was twelve I worked mornings and afternoons in a supermarket. The milkman, who was an ex copper (it’s funny how so many ex cops bought milk runs) sold me two porn magazines, they had full frontal and penetration graphics. They cost an absurd amount of money but were truly scarce and undistributed in the society that Australia enjoyed at the time, people still went to church en masse back in 1965.

There were no sex shops in 1965 and a Man magazine or Naturalists Monthly was the only genre of publication available. Less than ten years later the first set of titties to be displayed on our TV’s (other than deepest Africa documentaries and the odd “film nouveau” offering) came to Sydney via the soapie called Number 96. Then the same program offered up two faggoty guys in bed, along with a kiss. It all went downhill after that.

I believe that the loss of a religious component to the credo of our society is the cause of that era’s moral decline. Society can evolve or be engineered and the moral shift in the western world was engineered. We moved from a time where the governance of moral and ethical behaviour was not legislated, to an era where there is legislation for everything that society did as a matter of course back then.
TBC

There is a great deal of truth to the observation that religion is the cause of friction between nations and peoples, but there is also a great deal of fact that behind almost all of these wars there was a financial or other gain involved. Religion has always been used to motivate the plebs in times of war. Stalin sent all the priests to Siberia in the 1930’s and brought what was left of them back in 1941 after the Germans invaded to motivate the people to give up their lives for Russia.

Luddy the dismantling of religion driven by UN protocols and mandates have taken the stick away that kept 90% of society towing the line to some extent. They pro actively stripped religion from the first world, but puzzlingly are now filling the first world with Moslems. I certainly do not want the archaic legislation as was in place to criminalize the act of sodomy by consenting adults and I believe we have the right to do absolutely anything non lethal in the privacy of our own home, again by consenting adults. But the proliferation of sexual material in common areas in retail is offensive, even if you do not look at it. Sex has always been a commodity but now it is a marketing staple.

Hasbeen,

What a beautiful oil is Chloe.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Young_and_Jackson_Hotel
In my house, we have a few prints of Monet and Cezanne and Renoir, because I love the Impressionists. We visited the art gallery in Perth recently as they are hosting some "big" pieces of modern art from New York's MoMA. I'm not a huge fan of modern art, but it was a buzz standing in front of Picasso, Matisse and Warhol. Picasso had a nude in that collection, but it was impossible to work out which bit was attached to what - if you know what I mean.

Dear Ludwig,

Waiting in anticipation is half the fun isn't it?

Dear SOG,

No, I did not smoke weed at uni.
I didn't ever feel the need to. I was high on life.
I swam naked in the surf, went to jazz clubs,
listened to folk music, and danced the tango.
Just to name a few things - oh, and of course
the theatre was a vital part of my life. It still is.

Dear Hasbeen,

I'm familiar with Chloe at Young and Jackson's.
I used to work nearby. My painting is also
done in a distinct certain style.

My diaphanous
body seems to radiate moonlight. My tumbling red-coloured
locks, through which are woven long strands of pearls
and other gems form a cloak over my shoulders and
cascade down my back. The artist gave me flowerlike
dainty feet, elfin ears, and deep woodland green eyes
that reflect the mysteries of the forest. My crystalline
wings shimmer like cobwebs after a rainstorm. On my head
he placed a magnificent crown made of amber, metal,
and feathers. In short - he painted me as an elfin Queen.
A Goddess - knowing my love of legends and myths.

Lexi,

I'd love to see your painting.

In keeping with the woodland motif, how about this Baroque marble by Italian, Bernini. "Apollo and Daphne".

http://www.shmoop.com/apollo-daphne/photo-famous-sculpture-by-bernini.html

Excited by Cupid's love-exciting arrow, Apollo is consumed with desire for Daphne. But Daphne had been fated by Cupid's love-repelling arrow. She flees Apollo and in desperation prays:

"Destroy the beauty that has injured me, or change the body that destroys my life. Before her prayer was ended, torpor seized her body, and a thin bark closed around her gentle bosom, and her hair became as moving leaves, her arms were changed into waving branches, and her active feet as clinging roots were fastened to the ground--her face hidden with encircling leaves." (from wikipedia)

Apparently as one circles the sculpture, Daphne's figure is transformed - from a maiden into a tree.

<< …you should be fully recovered by tomorrow : ) >>

Poirot, I’m all better. I had a dose of castor oil and then a DYI tension-release, with the aid of that Penthouse magazine that I bought in Yungaburra!!

All is good now…..until tonight, when those horny little gremlins will come out and take over my brain again!!

Ooow, the night cometh. Oh uh, I can feel them twitching!!

Dear Poirot,

Thank You for the picture of the Appollo and Daphne
sculpture by Bernini. It's truly magnificent.
I'm going to try to get hold of a print of it from
an Art Gallery.

There's a sculpture that may be of interest to you.
It's in Botanical Park, Palanga, Lithuania,
called, "Egle - Queen of Serpents." Palanga is a
sea-side resort in Lithuania. Egle is one of the
oldest faery tales in Lithuania - and she ends up
turning into a tree - the spruce (or Christmas tree).

Anyway, it's an interesting sculpture:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Palanga_-_Egle_the_Queen_of_Serpents.jpg

Oh FFS, that should have been DIY );>(

Hrrrgh!

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<< Waiting in anticipation is half the fun isn't it? >>

Sure is Lexi. I am highly reluctant to put any clothes on until I see your portrait. I’ve been nude all day! True!

Driving nude from Townsville to Melbourne? No problem!

See you soon!

Ludwig,

A Penthouse magazine? - in the infirmary? - under Matron's auspices?

What about the Beano comics?

Lexi,

Wonderful sculpture, a powerful work - thanks for that : )

Yes Poirot, Chloe is beautiful, & the painting is exquisite, quite different to Penthouse.

In the mid 80s I had an occasion to have to take charge of our large reef trip boat. The skipper had turned up dead drunk, I think probably direct from his all night birthday party, so I sent him home.

When there were some noises from the crews of the larger boats that they would strike if I as management skippered the thing, I pointed out that management could either skipper the boat, or sack the drunken crew, the noise subsided.

When looking through the bridge cupboards for something, I found a stack of US Penthouse. At that time the US product was much more explicit than the tamer Oz product. I was amused to realise I was actually shocked, not at the photos but at the fact that somebody had gone to the effort to get these things from the US.

There was absolutely no similarity between those Penthouse images & that of Chloe.

I also made a mental note to keep a close watch on what work was getting done, & by whom, on rostered maintenance days.

Dear Ludwig,

Be careful with nudity.

Here's a joke that explains why:

Bob joins a very exclusive nudist colony.
On his first day he takes off his clothes
and starts wandering around. A gorgeous
petite blonde walks by him and the man
immediately gets an erection. The woman
notices his erection, comes over to him
grinning sweetly and says, "Sir, did you call
for me?"

Bob replies, "No, what do you mean?"
She says, "You must be new here; let me explain.
It's a rule that if I give you an erection, it implies
you called for me." Smiling, she then leads him to
the side of a pool, lays down, and happily lets him
have his way with her.

Bob continues exploring the facilites. He enters a
sauna, sits down, and farts. Within a few moments a
huge, horrible, corpulent, hairy man with a firm
erection lumbers out of the steam towards him. The
huge man says, "Sir, did you call for me?" Bob says,
"No, what do you mean?"

"You must be new here. It is a rule that when you fart,
it implies you called for me." The huge man then easily
spins Bob around, bends him over the bench and
sodomizes him.

Bob rushes back to the colony office. He is greeted by
the smiling naked receptionist. "May I help you?"

Bob says, "Here's your card and key back. You can keep
the $500 membership fee."

"But Sir, you've only been here a couple of hours. You only
saw a small fraction of our facilities."

"Listen lady, I am 67 years old. I get a hard-on once a
month - but I fart 15 times a day!"

Whoow Lexi, that sounds like my kind of place!

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Ahh Soggy, we are of similar age. I remember the start of Number 96 fondly, much to my mother’s dismay!

<< Then the same program offered up two faggoty guys in bed >>

Ooww, I didn’t see that bit. Pity! ( :>/

Yep, no sex shops back then in the 60s.

<< the proliferation of sexual material in common areas in retail is offensive, even if you do not look at it. >>

Really? Why would you find it offensive if you are not looking at it? The display of Picture, People and Penthouse mags in newsagencies doesn’t make them hangouts for louts or perverts, does it?

Have you lot been eating too many oats for breakfast?

Dear CHERFUL,

Just having a bit of light-hearted fun, is all.

Too many oats for breakfast?

Nah. More like shredded wheat.

Uhhhh… those gremlins are raging!

I’m as horny as this guy: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2100885/Longest-horns-world-Texas-Longhorn-bull-JR-Australia.html

Beano comics??

No Poirot, sorry, they just don’t cut it (:>(

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Hey Lexi, that really is my sort of place.

Especially seeing as I get an erection 15 times a month and fart once a day!

Ooow…. hold on….

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