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Alicia Silverstone’s cute bare behind…

I’m so grateful they haven’t gotten rid of all the sexy sights in NYC’s “family-friendly” tourist-obsessed Times Square.

I snapped this pic on Eighth Avenue a few months ago, just across from the New York Times Building on Eighth Avenue.

I must say Alicia Silverstone has a nice bottom! I wonder what all those families thought about it…

 

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Posted by on June 29, 2018 in Erotica, New York City, Times Square

 

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Oh those Leg World days!

On the fetish femdom scene there is more than a little nostalgia about the glory days of Leg Show magazine, primarily under the editorship of Dian Hanson, who has since gone on to work for Taschen Books and their line of historical erotica tomes. I wrote for Leg Show from about 1995 through around 2003 or 2004, so I got to participate in that fondly missed era with my fiction, often illustrated by the British master of femdom art, Sardax; and I did many interviews with everybody from leggy softcore horror movie scream queens to imperious dominatrices.

But from 2004 through the beginning of 2010, I was also the editor of Leg World, a much lower-budgeted magazine but one into which I poured my quarter century of experience in writing for and editing magazines, as well as my decades of fascination and personal experience with femdom and fetish.

 

To use a Hollywood analogy, budget-wise, if Leg Show was MGM, Leg World was Poverty Row. But I put my heart and soul into it, and I think you’ll see in the intensity of these typical covers–for which I selected the shots, wrote all the lines, and supervised the layout–that I gave the readers their money’s worth starting with the covers themselves. I always aimed to show enough to the readers on the covers so that, if they wished, they could have a good time with them before they even opened the magazines; and since these periodicals were puritanically shrink-wrapped for display on the newsstands, I felt duty-bound to let the customers know exactly what they would find inside…once they shot their first loads for the covers! ๐Ÿ˜‰

With my art director and talented group of contributors, both writers and photographers, a memorable magazine came into being with each issue. I didn’t have enough budget for art, or I would have asked Sardax to work for Leg World too (see his fabulous work here). Instead I illustrated fiction with carefully chosen photos from the archives.

 

So if you run into Leg Worlds at flea markets or online, take a minute and check out these lovingly crafted collectors’ items. If you’re into legs and feet and femdom, I think you’ll enjoy the mix of amazing pictorials and evocative stories. I poured my passion for editing images–I’d originally moved to New York City to get into the film business–into editing and even occasionally directing the shoots of erotic pictorials. In recent years, I’ve transferred my coverline writing passion into the writing I do for my personal Twitter and the feed for the femdom website Domme Addiction. There I happily conjugate my nouns and verbs in the service of celebrating the dominant female much as I did in Leg World.ย  ๐Ÿ™‚

 

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I miss my floozies…

I have a friend, George, with whom I’ve sometimes watched films noir. He has an endearing habit of saying, “Here’s the floozy music,” whenever the music on the soundtrack obviously indicates the entrance of a so-called tramp or femme fatale.

Well, I don’t need music to know when I’m in the presence of a floozy. I use the term affectionately, meaning to me “a woman of the demimonde.” Strippers are my chief floozies, although in my time I’ve known some nice hookers too. But with the decline of the adult magazine business in which I worked for more than 40 years, and the greater difficulty of making a buck as a porn writer online, I just don’t have the disposable ca$h to spend time with “floozies” much anymore.

That’s one reason why I enjoy noir films and noir novels…I get to spend time with floozies without going over my budget. ๐Ÿ˜‰ (Can you tell I drank a 24 ounce can of ready-made margaritas before writing this post?)

While I drank the margaritas I watched Joan Bennett in 1948’s Hollow Triumph on TCM’s Noir Alley series, although in this film Joan is not particularly floozy-ish. I love Joan Bennett, her tart affectionate dames are just my cup of tea, and I’ve known a few in my time, especially barmaids at the old Times Square strip clubs like the late lamented Club 44 on Eighth Avenue near 44th Street. I sometimes have a gloomy disposition, after all I am a kind of noir guy myself; and one of the Club 44 barmaids, a older Brazilian lady named Elizabeth, used to try to cheer me up by giving me clippings to read, in a plastic baggie, of humorist and toastmaster Joey Adams’s joke columns from the New York Post.

Anyway, I digress. Here are a couple of recent novels I’ve read that had their happy share of floozies…

This cover scene is actually in the 1952 book, as a streetwalker tries to pick up the detective hero at 51st and 6th Avenue, a location I know quite well. But although a nice interlude, the sequence feels inserted into the story simply to justify the cover; it’s not pertinent to the plot, which is a pretty good one about political corruption in NYC.

 

This is a really tense 1954 novel about two gay drifters who kidnap a narcotics agent as he drives out to Los Angeles after a undercover job on the New Orleans docks. It has two well-drawn floozy portrayals, one of an affectionate stripper involved with the agent in the Big Easy, and the other of a not-too-bright but good-hearted female drifter from Tennessee who gets swept up by one of the male drifters, who is bisexual.

 

When I wolfed down these fun books, I got to enjoy the company of classic-style noir floozies. You can easily meet the two dames in Death Hitches a Ride by checking out the double-novel reprint at Sinister Cinema’s Armchair Fiction line here. It’s a really well-done story, and in fact I read it twice for the way it builds character and tension; the only flaw is that the ending is a bit too abrupt. But the characterizations are terrific. I wonder whatever happened to author Martin L. Weissโ€”a very talented fictioneer indeed.

 

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Cable news beauties and New York City buildings…

Now let’s pay a visit to the “What a Porn Writer Sometimes Does to Relax” Dept…. ๐Ÿ˜‰

I am fascinated by the various feminine faces on cable news and like to make pictures of them right off the screen…

Natasha Bertrand, commentator on MSNBC

Ayesha Rascoe, commentator on MSNBC

Mieke Eoyang, commentator on MSNBC

Molly Crabapple, commentator on MSNBC

The point-of-view (POV) shots when the tv commentators look directly at the camera are particularly interesting to me. They remind me of the erotic video clips where dominatrices talk directly to the submissive viewers and tell them all the lowly tasks they’re going to have to perform…yep, that’s the way my mind works sometimes ๐Ÿ˜‰ …anyway, it strikes me that having the commentators talk directly at viewers like that is pretty bizarre. Of course, sometimes they talk directly to the host who’s off to the side, as in the Rascoe and Crabapple pics above.

Now, I also take a lot of pictures of buildings because female models are not casually accessible on the streets of New York as I saunter along. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

After all, buildings are almost (but not quite) as beautiful, enigmatic, and supple under the caress of light as women! ๐Ÿ™‚

Residences on 43rd Street near Ninth Avenue, 2017

New skyscraper in the Flatiron District, 2017

 

Midtown skyscrapers and new construction seen from Central Park, 2017

 

Moon over Columbus Circle construction, summer 2017

 

Yes, the pictures I take of buildings are in many ways surrogates for pictures I would prefer to take of women. It almost seems as if the buildings are posing for me, just as I would have models do if they were readily available!

I’m such a fuckin’ goofball…

Building in Chelsea, summer 2017

 

When there are pictures of women on buildings, so much the better! ๐Ÿ™‚

 

Near Times Square, 2017

Midtown, Fall 2016

 

Other times, I photograph buildings that are naturally lit in a sensual way that evokes stories, scenes…I can just imagine nude models illuminated in these ways…the side light, the dappling shadows…

On this very spot at 46th St. and Eighth Avenue once stood a great porn video store, DVD Blowout, as well as a legendary bar, the Full Moon Saloon. Now we have this recently opened hotel. November 2017

 

I love the reflections of light on this two-story building. November 2017

 

~~Digression: see that sign BAR in the center of the picture just above? Forty years ago, maybe more, the space that the bar inhabits on Eighth Avenue between 44th and 45th Streets was a topless bar called Hungry Hilda’s. One night in ’76 or so, a friend of mine gave a tip to a dancer and she practically jumped into his lap in gratitude, which he didn’t understand at the moment. Only later when he went to pay for another beer did he realize that instead of the single he thought he’d given her, he’d mistakenly slipped her a fifty he’d just gotten in pay from his part-time job…$50 being quite a tidy sum in 1975! End of digression. ๐Ÿ˜‰ ~~

Finally, I can even use one of my pictures of buildings to express my admiration for a dominatrix I admire, Goddess Resha, who can be found on Twitter here. She has a most entrancing penchant for sometimes sheathing her amazing legs in blue nylon stockings…

…and the photo below expresses my enthusiastic feelings about the matter! ๐Ÿ˜‰

Near Columbus Circle, Winter 2018

 

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I love the spontaneous pictures the late Garry Winogrand took of women on the street; those would be my ideal projects…

But my attempts at candid street photography were not too successful, as I could never really relax and be bold enough to go for the shots I wanted. Oh well, everybody does the best they can. I think when you understand what the building photos mean to me, you might see their extra dimensions if I’ve at all succeeded in making any decent pictures.

So I look through the trees, across the pond, at the lovely giantesses beyond…

Central Park, autumn 2017

 


I found the Winogrand cover photo here. Its first edition sells there for $795! It’s a great book, and he was an extraordinary photographer. The screencap of Goddess Resha’s Twitter header is used with her courtesy, and the rest of the pix in this post are by yours truly and ยฉ 2018 Irv O.Neil.

 
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Posted by on March 31, 2018 in Erotica, New York City, Times Square

 

Leg Art at Columbus Circle, New York City!

The true aficionado of the fetish image knows it can be found anywhere.

A stroll from the fountain-encircled statue of the Italian mariner at Columbus Circle…

…heading over to the majestic towers of the Time Warner Center across the street…

…and one never knows what shall be found! Like this lovely bit of enormous leg art inside the main lobby! Advertising some sexy wedges, I guess, but I was too stunned by the stems to take note of the exact product!

 

Definitely worth a snap with my flip phone, I think! ๐Ÿ˜‰

 
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Posted by on February 28, 2018 in Erotica, New York City

 

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January 29, 2018: the 45th anniversary of my moving to New York

I moved to New York City for keeps on January 29, 1973. That was the day I got in a U-Haul with a college girlfriend and drove from the Midwest to the Big Apple, as it was popularly known back then (I don’t hear that moniker used much anymore). We arrived the next day and checked into a residential hotel on the Upper West Side, but I always date my “New York Adventure” as starting on January 29th.

Actually I’d been here the two previous summers, working part-time jobs and living at the YMHA, and with my father’s side of the family in Brooklyn and New Jersey, the area was always part of my life even though I grew up in Chicago.

I came to NYC hoping to get into the film business but when that didn’t work out I shifted to writing. Sold my first porn novel in the fall of 1974 and the rest, as the saying goes, is “history”โ€”the personal history described in many of the earlier posts on this blog.

Of course dotted throughout the city are the landmarks that have a personal meaning to me. For example, on the ever-changing 42nd Street, between Broadway and 6th Avenue, is the Bush Tower, squarely in the shadowy center of this picture…

That was the address from where such legendary “big boob” girlie magazines such as BUF and GEM were published back in the day. Circa 1978 I sent the company an article about collecting movie soundtracks, a “socially redeeming” feature as they used to be called in that era when sex magazines had to run non-erotic items to appease the censors. One day out of the blue the publisher sent me a check for $40 for the article, and I believe that was the only time in my writing career when I sold an unsolicited piece via the “slush pile.” The rest of the time I’ve written either on assignment or expressly for an editor who was favorably inclined to my work.

So every time I walk past Bush Tower I think of that lovely $40 and how nice it was to make that sale!

Nowadays of course. along with writing for porn websites and the occasional sex magazine that is still around, I’ve become a publisher of some of my own stuff, both of my femdom erotica here

 

…and of my full-length novel FATE OF A STRIPPER here. Although to my disappointment it has not sold well, I’m proud of the novel and keep promoting it, hoping it will eventually find an audience for its very New York story of the relationship between an unbalanced lonely stripper and her lonely lovestruck customer, a noir tale flavored with some passionate descriptions of Times Square and its remaining strip joints.

And as ever I continue to enjoy wandering about the city, taking pictures like the ones in this post, inspired by the surprising urban vistas just for their own sake and as possible backdrops for new fiction.

For example, I wonder what kind of an erotic story I can come up with from the picture below…as in, what fictional characters might I imagine living on this street, and how might they satisfy their lusty cravings? ๐Ÿ˜‰

 

 

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Vincent Price and his Laughing Woman…

I am always fascinated to find instances of femdom and femmes fatale in the past…from the obvious examples of stories like those of Jezebel or Judith in the Bible, to the exploits of 19th century Wanda in Venus in Furs by Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, and onto other lesser known items…

I recently saw the not-very-good 1963 Vincent Price movie Diary of a Madman, based on stories by Guy de Maupassant.ย  Despite Price giving his usual good performance…

…the film is a kind of graceless affair; but it features lovely Nancy Kovack as the irresistible femme fatale who seduces poor upstanding Vincent (he plays a righteous judge) and I must confess I primarily watched the movie to see her (although I like Price, I’m not a huge fan).

Kovack of course is a fanboy favorite for her role as Medea in Ray Harryhausen’s Jason and the Argonauts. But here she is below in my lovingly snapped screencap from Diary of a Madman (I sit in front of my tv with my cellphone, lol):

Price is also an amateur sculptor in the story, and in one scene, as he models Nancy in clay, he tells her how she reminds him of a piece by the German Romantic poet Heinrich Heine (1797-1856). This of course sent me scurrying to Google. Price remembers the title as “The Laughing Woman” but in the translations I found, the German title is given as “Ein Weib” which is then translated into English either as “A Woman” or, at the site lyricstranslate.com,ย  “A Broad.”

A Broad

They loved each other with love so deep
She was a tramp and he was a thief
While he was plying his naughty craft
She just lay on the bed and laughed

The days went by in pleasure and joy
At night in the sheets she hugged her boy
When they dragged him off to jail at last
She just stood at the window and laughed

He wrote to her saying: โ€˜O come to me
I long for you, so badly, you see
Iโ€™m weeping: Iโ€™m fading fast
She shook her sweet head and laughed

At six in the morning they hung him high
At seven they buried him under the sky
But as eight oโ€™clock went past
She drank red wine and laughed

Heartless, right?

In the original German the rhythm works better at the end, has more of a grim punch, so if you can read Deutsch, go to this page where I found the translation and check it out. Here is also another translation that works well, but likewise the final stanza just doesn’t have the same aural oomph of the German. I’m no expert in German, though I studied it in high school and college, but I do read poetry aloud a lot, and I can tell where a rhythm needs more force.

As it turns out in Diary of a Madman, Price’s laughing woman turns into both his tormentor and victim, the typical trajectory for very naughty ladies in such fictions.

For more of Heine’s femme fatalistic poetry, check out also the translation of “Ich glaub nicht an den Himmel” (“I don’t believe in Heaven”) here. The poem’s narrator believes in nothing but her eyes and…well, read it and see. The translator A.S. Kline also did the one I reproduced above, although he didn’t call it “A Broad.”

Finally, this post is dedicated to Goddess Lycia. A brief discussion I had with her the other day on Twitter about German and French and poetry finally got me off my butt to write and post after thinking about it for several weeks. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Check out her site and journal at LipstickDomme too, as she is a most fascinating femme fatale herself…

 

 


I found the shot of Vincent Price here at the Doc Horror blog.

The photo of Goddess Lycia is from her Twitter and ยฉGoddess Lycia.

And if you’d like to read the classic novel of femdom translated from German and illustrated by the amazing British artist Sardax, his edition of Venus in Furs is readily available in a Kindle ebook here.

 
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Posted by on December 23, 2017 in Erotica, Femmes Fatale, history of erotica

 

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