I’m lounging at Dad’s place, where he has the latest Playboy magazine out on the coffee table.
Naturally I “snatched” it up immediately.
Dad’s been a devout Playboy subscriber since before I was born.
And I must admit… I, too, love it’s glossy goodness.
Ah– the memories…
I remember finding my Dad’s stash of Playboys in our basement when I was a wee lad. There were stacks and stacks of them from the 60’s and 70’s.
My friends liked coming over so we could sneak peeks at the naked ladies with their pointy boobies and furry crotches.
Truthfully though, I always liked the “sex in cinema” pictorials, because sometimes they had men in them.
Unfortunately, one basement cleaning frenzy from mother saw the sad demise of the Playboy collection.
After that, it was down to just the occasional Playboy left out in the back of magazine basket.
Then it was down to the hidden Playboys in my Dad’s underwear drawer for my viewing pleasure.
And then it was all about the hidden Playgirls in my Mom’s closet (but that’s a story for another post)!
Anyway, to this day I have a certain fondness for Playboy. I actually DO like the articles and interviews. And the jokes. AND the Forum section.
And I also look at the pictorials– mainly to see how good the boob jobs are. Oh, and to see what interesting hair patterns the girls are leaving on their twats these days.
(Note to Tara Reid– please stop showing off your goodies. Nobody’s interested anymore.)
P.S. If you ever come to my house, I have the 50th anniversary Playboy in my underwear drawer. In case you are looking.