Showing posts with label Magazines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Magazines. Show all posts

Monday, December 9, 2013

The Past Is A Foreign Country, Part One

In 1969, just a few years before I was interested in such things, the best-selling teen entertainment magazine in America was 16, now defunct. Under the leadership of Gloria Stavers, a woman so hip she had an affair with Jim Morrison, of The Doors, 16 not only had its finger on the pulse of the American teen girl,  it often set the agenda. It has been reported that at one time 16 had five million readers a month. Teen Magazines are still with us, glossier then they were then,  but still following the template that Stavers set in the 1960s.  

Sometime around 1969 (this is my well-educated guess)  16 offered to its readers, by mail order only, a cheaply printed pamphlet called The Adonis Gallery Pin-up Book.  In the regular magazine, The Adonis Gallery was where 16 featured shirtless photos of their fave boys.  I use the word "boys" loosely.  Looking at The Adonis Gallery Pin-up Book today brings a stark reminder that times have changed. 




Some of the gallery's subjects would not appear out of place in today's teen magazines.  The boys in The Cowsills, for instance, do not look much different from The Jonas Brothers (to give a slightly dated example)  and despite his groovy bell-bottom trousers, Jon Provost, post Lassie, could easily be a star on some ABC Family sitcom. 

Davy Jones of The Monkees (at age 24) and Bobby Sherman (26) both look like older versions of Austin Mahone. 

 

More after the break.
I totally get the appeal of 25-year-old Jan-Michael Vincent, who was still being cast as teenagers at that time, but what do you make of the likes of Michael Parks, Michael Cole, or Mark Lindsey of Paul Revere and the Raiders?  It almost seems impossible in today's environment that such mature-looking, hairy-chested men would be sold as objects of desire to14-year-old girls .

Now consider Mr. David Selby, who was a star of the daytime horror soap opera Dark Shadows.  He played Quentin Collins, a werewolf.  Here he is, a hairy shirtless man, pushing 30, with some of the worst facial hair I have ever seen on any man ever.  The girls (and some boys) swooned.


Then, Mr. Selby's co-star, Jonathan Frid, jumps out at you.  Not to be too judgmental, but it is impossible to imagine these pictures of a shirtless, 45-year-old man, especially one who looks like Frid, in the BOPs and Tiger Beats of today.  But, it does show that playing a vampire is always the way to a girl's heart.


Thursday, November 21, 2013

Coitus Is Back

The sixth issue of Coitus Magazine arrived at my doorstep last night, and as always it is a dizzying explosion of candy-colored, high quality PG-13 super-homoerotica. As usual there are several covers to choose from, and I decided upon the one pictured above, featuring Jon Herrmann.  I don't know much about Jon Herrmann, but I'd like to. Below are a few more pictures of him. 




Saturday, September 28, 2013

The Past






True confession.  I once, long ago, got caught shoplifting a copy of Tiger Beat from a grocery store. Yes, it's true. Sadly, I had the money to pay for it,  but I couldn't let myself be seen buying a magazine with shirtless boys on the cover. Could not do it.  So, naturally, I stole it.  Or tried to.  Had it been a copy of Playboy, no problem! I was buying Playboy (for the articles) from age 16 with no shame, and no questions asked. But Playboy marked me as a heterosexual, and Tiger Beat marked me as... something else.

On another occasion  I successfully excised a centerfold from some teen rag on a drug store magazine rack. It was a full body portrait of Jimmy McNichol, lying on the floor. He was wearing white overalls, no shirt, one nipple artfully exposed.  I had to have it, so I carefully pulled it out of its rightful home and stuck it into a copy of Esquire, which I was going to buy anyway, and it was mine. 

It's hard to recall in this era of social media when every teen idol has a Facebook page, as well as an Instagram, Keek, and Twitter account, that in those days if you wanted to find out about a star you liked there was nowhere to turn but the teen mags. They gave a remarkably false impression of the world these kids lived in, making it seem as if they were all wise beyond their years, clean-cut, heterosexual, hardworking, studious, and drug-free, and most of all, single and looking.   Teen fan magazines still exist,  but they aren't what they once were, although the content is remarkably similar. I suppose that someone still reads them, or at least pulls out the pinups in them and sticks them on their walls. If  the internet had existed then, I, a teenager who was not yet out,  never would have taken the chance of getting caught stealing Jimmy McNichol's photo.  I would have found it on the internet, and "enjoyed" it on my computer. Times change, and not always for the worse.

Below, some examples of what a young Vera was secretly salivating over.

Robby Benson

Sean Astin

Willy Aames

Christopher Atkins

Scott Baio

Ian Mitchell (briefly of Bay City Rollers)

Clark Brandon

C. Thomas Howell

Jimmy McNichol

Leif Garrett

Matt Dillon