more porno...... sigh

The man with the mirrored sun-shades and the Georgia Highway Patrol insignia on the arm of his tan uniform smiled. It was a cold smile. Overhead, the sun was bright and fearsome, as the Georgia sun can only be in summertime. Scrub oaks and pine trees struggled along the roadside to find some kind of nourishment in the red clay that passed for soil. Somehow, they matched the ragged, almost undernourished look on the cop and his partner. They were actually rather fat, but still, something looked missing. Something wasn't right.

"Boy... drop your pants, and bend over."

Jimmy was just beginning to understand how much things weren't right.

- from CHICKEN CHAIN GANG, Rough Trade Books, RT-512, 1982

I know, I know, all this porno sucks. But I bought over a hundred dirty books a couple of weeks back, and I need to unload. I really do wish I had a huge apartment, with a separate room, a library, if you will, to keep all this vintage porno - the videos and books, and magazines, and a smattering of photos, and gosh, maybe even a few dirty jockstraps from my days of singledom (OK, so maybe i still use them, but I think the BF would rather I not mention the backstaircase at The Eagle a few weeks back......OOPS!) But this is NYC, I live in a teeny tiny place, and I am so close to broke it ain't funny. So pardon the appearance of more porno pics, as I get back to work writing up more auctions and hoping some of you folks pop over to the eBay link and bid on some of the dirty books - really, i swear, great "beach reading"!!!