Pursed Lips

But it’s close.

When I’m scouting about for antiquarian/used erotica for purchase, I run acoss a fair amount of stuff that makes me laugh.  Ususally, we’re talking double entendre here, a type of humorous twist many people find juvenile.  However, if my first reaction is an automatic chuckle, then whatever the item is, it hit my natural default and I shrug off any notion of dignified, dowdy restraint.

Often, it’s raunchy pornographic paperbacks that earn my accolades — smutty twists on easily recognizable cultural fare.  Cockwork Orange? Go for it.  Pacific Phallusades?  Sure, why not!

Although the latter, somehow, gets me stuck on that Gary Lewis and the Playboy cover Palisades Park, an east-coast radio staple during my summers as a kid.  Hey, what can I say — cocks sound more fun with a soundtrack!

Another recent favorite:  Wendy’s Whips with the handwritten disclaimer “It is our duty to state that everyone who has written to us has eventually died a horrible and unexplained death.” (Detailed image here.) I guess that’s one way to declare a whip catalogue as “for novelty use only.”

But the last item?  It’s a reader, the erotic short story pamphlet cousin to the Tijuana Bible, common throughout much of the 20th century.  Ususally, you’d find the humor in the publisher’s name, as I’ve previously outlined, and the pamphlet titles were usually pretty, well, unremarkable.  Quick samples from my own collection include A Long One, Paging Young Heroes, I’m For You, My Secret Memoirs, and The Love Doctor.

So when I came across Hair Pie a la Wee Wee, it brought me up short.  I mean, WTF?  Hair Pie, I get.  But Wee Wee?  Are we talking a grostequely juvenile double entendre along French language lines?  Or are we talking piss play here?  I doubt it’s the latter; these readers kept to oral, intercourse, and group sex.  Regardless, this title is uncharacteristically tawdry for its format.  Can’t help but look at it with crossed-eyes and a perplexed expression.

But worth sharing with you nonetheless.  And I’ll keep my eyes (uncrossed) peeled for more.