When I was a little girl a friend and I found her uncle’s stash of Playboys. We were mesmerized by them. Both of us had open minded mother’s that hadn’t taught us our bodies were dirty, so beautiful pictures of glamorous women, who also happened to be mostly or completely naked weren’t something shocking. We thought they were glamorous.
Also, if you ever saw 70s Playboy, there were usually strewn with jewelry and what not, furs etc. It wasn’t truly a sexual thing, not directly anyway. There certainly wasn’t any peen. So to us, we thought they were beautiful ladies who also happened to be naked. We’d giggle and drape ourselves over the bed, mimicking the poses they were in.
That’s right about when we got caught, and in massive trouble. At least our clothes were on. Continue reading