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50 Shades of Okay, Why It's All Right to Like the Steamy Bestselling Series
'50 Shades of Grey' Okay, now that I’ve started off with that line, I’ll give you a moment to either stop fan-flailing or to (more likely) stop seething. Yes, a huge number of people absolutely loathe 50 Shades, its author E.L. James, its nubile heroine Ana, and, especially, its ‘alpha male’ hero Christian. Next to Twilight (whose fanfiction it started out as), 50 Shades of Grey is probably the most widely hated book series published to date.
By Anne St. Marie9 years ago in Filthy
Sheila Kennedy's 'No One's Pet' Excerpt: Axl Rose in the Hotel Room
From Penthouse Pet to reality star, Sheila Kennedy turned a modeling stint into a longterm career in the entertainment industry. Penthouse Pet of the Year in 1983, the aspiring actress broke out as one of Bob Guccione's stars. Stardom had many benefits, including roles in films such as The First Turn-On!! and Spring Break, but it also had its drawbacks. Young Sheila was quickly drawn into the world of sex and rock n' roll, including a bout with none other than 80s rock legend, Axl Rose.
By Dixon Steele9 years ago in Filthy
Who Was Colette?
I had a friend. She was a writer. As an adolescent and through part of her young adulthood, she could imagine herself as clay, as some moldable stuff to which a man's experienced hands would give shape and value. She would write a paper and a professor would see promise, he would make her his assistant. She would be traveling in the south of France. An artist would notice of her at a café and find something unusual in the shape of her face; He would paint her. Of course there would be sex. She would disregard the baggy eyes and puckered flesh of the older man, being thought of as "special" would suffice as an aphrodisiac. They would make an exchange: He would get youth, she would get experience. And after her apprenticeship affair, she would emerge a writer, an artist on her own.
By Lizzie Boudoir9 years ago in Filthy
Books for the Modern Feminist
In the past 10 or so years, a revolution has been reignited. Not so different than that of the "bra burning" women of the 60s, or the suffragists of the early 20th century, women are demanding equality. Today, we call them modern feminists. What is a modern feminist? Well, really, it's anyone who believes in equality despite gender. A modern feminist can be a woman, or a man, of any age, ethnicity, or sexual preference. In a world where the tides are changing and women are becoming as successful and influential as men, it's the right time for the right questions to be asked.
By Emily McCay9 years ago in Filthy
Confession of a Female Pornographer
Writing pornography required (in the past) a sturdy typewriter, but today, a trusty laptop, a reasonable familiarity with the English language, and a nodding acquaintance with copulation. In my hayday, I published 32 paperback pornographic novels in four years. When I started, the shift key on my typewriter broke over 16 times, because orgasmic groans are always written in the upper case. Today, you just hit caps lock as you make your way around your MacBook Pro’s home row. I started spelling come c-u-m, and decided to make myself an anchorite.
By Florence King10 years ago in Filthy
Unicorns as Phallic Symbols
A documentary movie about the uncharted central region of New Guinea made its rounds in the art-theater circuit many years ago. It boasted some outstanding photography, an uncommonly intelligent narration, and—since the American censor boards frown on the genitals of civilized people only—some unusually frank sequences of naked natives. One of the more memorable reels showed a tribe of savage Papuans whose penises are sheathed in long, horn-like shields, tied to their waists to resemble the erect phallus.
By Filthy Staff10 years ago in Filthy
Was Shakespeare Gay?
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate... The world knows this as one of its best loved and most tender love poems. The world, for the most part, does not know that the lovely party on the other end of Shakespeare's line was not a demure, beauteous maiden at all. The lovely party in this case—and in 126 of Shakespeare's 154 sonnets—was a rich, spoiled, but irresistibly beauteous boy.
By Filthy Staff10 years ago in Filthy
Gore Vidal Interview. Created with: OG Collection.
When Gore Vidal published his first book, Williwaw, he was just twenty years old and stationed at an army base in Idaho. The book received critical praise as an excellent first effort by a young writer. Three years later, in 1948, Vidal published his second novel, The City and the Pillar, and the terrible swift sword of the literary establishment came crashing down upon him. The book's hero is a red-blooded American boy who, it happens, enjoys sleeping with men as well as women. Critics in that post-war neo-Victorian era were not about to stand idly by and watch American morals be "corrupted" by "perverts." Many critics decided that they would never review another of his books, and Vidal found himself banished from the literary mainstream at the very start of his career.
By OG Collection 10 years ago in Filthy
Frank Harris Banned Book My Life and Loves
When the memoirs of Frank Harris were first published, in the easily shockable 1920s, the book fell into the same notorious category as its near-contemporaries Lady Chatterley's Lover and Ulysses: it was a book guaranteed to bring the prospect of a jail sentence to any bookseller foolhardy enough to stock it. And so it remained for several decades, a collector's item, more familiar by repute than by reading. The US and Britain banned it for approximately 40 years. The book not only failed to achieve the circulation Harris hoped for, but it also escaped the normal process of critical review and discussion.
By John Deane Potter10 years ago in Filthy
Languages of Love
Language is one of the most inhibiting factors in love play. There comes a moment when every American or English male traveling abroad sees a girl to whom he wishes to say something to the following effect: "Mademoselle... Fräulen... Signorina, you are exquisite. Only the pre-Raphaelites could have caught your eyes, your lips, your hair. Your laughter is as that of distant cowbells on verdant hills, and the Georgian poets alone could have described you, oh moon of my delight that knows no wane…"
By Filthy Staff10 years ago in Filthy
Earth's Erotic Pollution
If you can’t see any connection between sex and our polluted planet, it's only because you haven't met Professor Quilp. But you'll be hearing a lot about him here. His name is going to become a household word, like Dr. Spock. I mean it. What Salk did for polio–well, that's what Quilp is doing for erotic pollution.
By Henry Gibson10 years ago in Filthy
