My Special Wartime Buddy

My Buddy: World War II Laid BareAmericans love their war heroes. If you don’t, maybe you’re not really an American! Our veterans left their homes and families (and, in many cases, a poverty-stricken future) to fight on the front lines in the battle for peace and global supremacy, many of them losing life or limb in the unbelievably brutal process. Still, love them dearly though we may, there’s plenty left unrevealed about The Greatest Generation… like how great their asses were.

Asses

In commemoration of the 70th anniversary of D-Day, Taschen Books has announced the September 2014 release of ‘My Buddy: World War II Laid Bare’, a collection of more than 500 photographs sourced and compiled by Los Angeles photographer Michael Stokes. Edited by noted men’s magazine producer and Taschen veteran Dian Hanson, My Buddy depicts the close relationships formed under the barrage of artillery fire. As encouraged by their commanding officers, ground troops formed “buddy” relationships with each other that ensured they had someone to rely on for emotional support. In times of great, even inhuman stress, playtime is usually a gosh darn riot! And, when your playmates are all strapping young 18, 19, 20-year-old fellas fighting for home and country, it’s pretty easy on the eyes too.

soldiers

In his introduction, ex-Marine and author of Hollywood sexploit memoir Full Service, Scotty Bowers, lays it out in its most basic terms: “You close your eyes for a little bit, but don’t really sleep. It’s raining. You’re wet and it rains, frankly, every day and every night. Some guys huddle together, some don’t, but this is when the buddy bonding starts. You need somebody you can depend on, and they can depend on you. You can tell the type of buddy that you’d want to be with in a foxhole: Someone who is on the ball. Someone who’s not going to get upset and nervous.”

Eschewing the combat photography that has become a staple of WWII tributes and remembrances in favor of showing what a grunt’s downtime might involve – communal bathing, sandy oceanside frolicking, makeshift mountaintop showers, impromptu beefcake shoots on equipment cases, naked rainforest romps during the Guadalcanal campaign, and just plain ol’ semi-naked hand-holding – My Buddy aims to shed a little light on the underreported romances (platonic or otherwise) that spring up where you might least (or most, depending on your perspective on men-in-uniform) expect it: the trenches of War World II.

Vinegar Syndrome to Launch “Netflix of Porn”

Consenting AdultsAs Martin Scorsese works and campaigns for the preservation the most neglected titles in our global cinematic history, so follows Vinegar Syndrome, a Connecticut-based company whose interest in film preservation has a distinctly risque element: it’s vintage porn. Named after a type of celluloid decay that destroys film prints, leaving little but scrap pieces of negative or positive and a distinctly acidic odor, Vinegar Syndrome, which was recently profiled in the New York Times, is a home video company focusing on the erotic, the risque, the exploitation, and the pornographic films of yesteryear.

Having already launched their line of remastered digital, DVD, and Blu-Ray releases (including the monumental dual-format release The Lost Films of Herschell Gordon Lewis), Vinegar Syndrome (or Vin Syn to its friends) has spent months readying itself and its fans for a new way to watch vintage porn and erotica in the highest possible quality… instantly.

Skinaflix aims to cut out the middle-man and allow you to view fully restored and remastered erotica classics from the comfort (and privacy) of your own living room. Now inviting users to try the service prior to launch, Skinaflix will soon providing a streaming what the New York Times described as “older X-rated films but geared toward cinephiles.” Whether this service will lead to a rush of competition or fades into irrelevancy sooner than anticipated remains to be seen. So too, thankfully, does a huge and increasing archive of beautifully restored, brilliantly HD-mastered classics like Good Luck Miss Wyckoff, Graduation Day, Sugar Cookies, Last House on Dead End Street, and The Telephone Book. Kudos, Vinegar Syndrome, you surely are doing the Lord’s work.

To see what Vinegar Syndrome and Skinaflix has in store for users, check out this trailer for Vin Syn’s recent restored Blu-Ray release of 1979’s Good Luck, Miss Wyckoff.

On a Pussy Hunt!

White Trash Black SplashWhile reviewing that premiere Golden Age movie emporium, The Classic Porn, I started to reminisce about the times when I had first viewed pornographic videos. Badly dubbed VHS tapes passed down from friend to friend; magnetic tape warped at crucial moments from too frequent pausing; barely legible titles scrawled on a piece of yellowed masking tape slapped on the cassette. I watched a few tapes with friends before smuggling them back home for a night alone when nobody else was around. Now that I spend most of my days looking at contemporary hardcore porn, these adult videos of old hold a very special place in my… well, in my heart, I suppose. Still, I’ve never managed to track down the few more memorable explicit sexual dramas of my youth.

One title I did manage to find on The Classic Porn is White Trash, Black Splash – a 1988 interracial title starring Gail Force, Jeannie Pepper, and Randy West, directed by John “Buttman” Stagliano. Featuring the most memorable post-cumshot dialog in all my porn viewing history, “As we say in de ghetto, ‘Ain’t nothin’ like a funky house party!'”, this movie wasn’t too hard to track down considering I knew it a) was interracial, and b) starred the inimitable Randy West. For me, though, this one movie just isn’t enough. I need to once again feel the thrill of seeing a black-bob-wigged, fake-titted harlot straddle the detective investigating her, ignoring anyone else that may be in the precinct at the time, and lead him to a massive face-based discharge. I need to see said detective strapped to a bondage device and taken by a blonde vixen who, in a likelihood, is the murderer/arsonist/shoplifter he’s been pursuing all along. The problem is, folks, I have no idea who any of these people are or what the film in question is called.

Surely someone out there is working on a site that would allow users to input a number of criteria – like, say, in this instance: detective, bondage, suspect, black hair, fake breasts, Hollywood, sex in chair, 1990s, and whatever else my booze-addled memory might be able to drum up – and be given a list of possible suspects. I mean, it’s basically like a more detailed and, I don’t know, helpful version of IAFD, isn’t it? Come on, who can I turn to for help in this arduous decade-long pussy hunt?

Until then, dear readers, feast your eyes on what got a much younger and less jaded Mr. Pink all riled up: White Trash, Black Splash!