Sure, but all I'm saying is, let's call it what it is. I mean, don't you find the "lifestyle" schlock around Playboy and Hefner incredibly annoying and euphemistic? I think I'd prefer something a bit more eighteenth-century. Apart from the whole "pox" thing.
Oh, I find him very daft indeed, but on the other hand, if I was an 82 year old bachelor getting cake, I'd rather find myself in his boots than those of the propspective aged Rogin.
The guy worked his ass off to build a brand and to fill a market niche that wasn't being filled at the time. So, er, good for him, I guess. As for his current "lifestyle," eh, so what? He and his women friends seem to be enjoying their lives and understand what they're getting into, so it's all ok. I'm all for people living how they want to if they're not hurting anybody.
But I have to wonder how his Johnson still works. It's not the years, but the miles, so they say.
Besides, I'd think he'd get bored of it all after a while. I'd think that for him, seeing Pam Anderson's cartoonishly large breasts, et al, wouldn't be much of a thrill anymore.
I dunno, I just find the strand of the sex industry that calls its clients "gentleman", while managing to be incredibly tacky and vulgar, just about the creepiest strand of the lot. It's like Spearmint Rhino's opposite Warren Street tube advertising their "gourmet buffet" or whatever it is. Denial.
QUOTE: Besides, I'd think he'd get bored of it all after a while. I'd think that for him, seeing Pam Anderson's cartoonishly large breasts, et al, wouldn't be much of a thrill anymore.
I agree that pornographers, especially that bloke who owned Birmingham City, aren't necessarily to be admired as great advancers of the sum of human knowledge, but I have to say that the day I get bored of women - cartoonishly enhanced or not - exposing themselves to me for fun is the day when I will be happier playing chess with my care home assistants.
I find the digitally manipulated Ms. Anderson far more disturbing and likely to corrupt than if she'd just been left alone.
It's a source of amusement to me that a woman's naked flesh can be deemed as less corrupting than her nipples or her arse-cleft, as if a man wouldn't really care less unless either both bodily features has been unpixelled, then he'd turn into a sex-starved wanking machine.
If they were that carnally influential, then you'd just have porn mags like 'Slot', that just featured bum-clefts without the surrounding cheeks ("Nadia's cleft is six inches in height and 30 millimetres deep! 'I can hold warm toast in mine', says the 22-year-old stunner"), or 'Areole', with huge pictures of large purple circles with pink thimbles in the middle of them.