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DOES SMUT BY ANY OTHER NAME SMELL AS SWEET?
That's what we were pondering recently in the AVN offices when we received a catalog
from a video company that we believe is not-so subtly targeting homosexual pedophiliacs.
Going under the title "Young Male Classics," the catalog peddles vintage
Hollywood flicks featuring fresh scrubbed young lads. You've undoubtedly seen
many of these movies before, though perhaps never in the unsavory light in which
the YMC [code language?] catalog casts them.
Who could ever forget Little Lord Fauntleroy (1936), that handsome boy whose "gentle
charms soon tame his coldhearted grandfather into accepting him?" Or Gunplay
(1956), in which "a young boy's father runs into trouble with a gang of outlaws,
good-guy Tom Holt comes to the rescue and offers 12-year old Chip a place to stay
until his father is found." My personal favorite, however, is the salivating
description of My Dog Shep (1948): "When 12-year old Danny Barker and his
dog Shep feel unwanted they run away from home and befriend an old man bumming
his way across the country... full of heartwarming scenes, memorable grandfather/grandson
type incidents and a humorous swimming scene."
Keep in mind that each capsulated review is accompanied by poignant photos of
pouting young boys, and vulnerable striplings being protectively embraced by older
men. The still from 1918's Tarzan of the Apes manages to capture one of the episodes
of "incidental male nudity" the film contains.
The relevance of all this NAMBLA (North American Man Boy Love Association) rambling
to our own upstanding industry is that, disgusting as the peddling of innocent,
underaged boy-flesh inarguably is, the adult industry could benefit by stealing
a page from this deviant boy scout handbook. For the same government which, as
of this writing, is on the verge of passing ridiculously restrictive laws regarding
who can and cannot drive on the information highway known as the Internet, is
hand delivering the YMC catalog to millions of drooling pedophiles across America!
In other words, it's all in the marketing. Four hundred years before Bob Villa
arrived on the scene, Shakespeare hit the proverbial nail on the head with his
proclamation that "a rose by any other name would still smell as sweet."
You can make the filthiest, dirtiest pornography palatable enough for Tipper Gore
herself to swallow with the right turn of phrase.
With a wink, a nudge and a course in Creative Writing 101, The World's Biggest
Gang Bang becomes "the courageous portrayal of one girl's feminist cruSade
to gain entrance to an all male club. After a lengthy struggle the young woman
at last triumphs, winning the respect and admiration of her male colleagues. The
climactic initiation scene features secret handshakes and other rituals, as the
club members literally shower her with accolades."
In the same manner, Anal Addicts magically metamorphoses into "a scholarly
examination of the underpinnings of Freud's theories, with a special focus on
the second stage of psychological development." Even an explicit series like
Girls Who Suck Cock and Eat Cum can gain acceptance with the appropriate sell
copy: "A gourmet tasting tour of exotic cuisines from around the world, including
sausage dishes and rich sauces that will satisfy the palates of the most demanding
Sybarites."
You get the drift. Follow the pedophiles' lead by addressing your audiences with
language keyed to their specific desires. Internet laws be damned! Nobody can
arrest you for putting up a web page devoted to, say, televangelism. Tap into
the motherlode of depravity that everyone with a memory of Jim Bakker or Jimmy
Swaggart knows lurks within the private souls of these public preachers. Market
the Sodomania series on http://televangelists.com under the heading: "a sensitive
examination of the rancid proliferation of the sins of Sodom throughout American
society. This series has been praised by experts in the field [AVN] as offering
insights into the salvation Christian men and women can find through devout worship
[of gaping assholes], inner cleansing [via dick enemas], and the seeking of the
one and true father [Bruce Seven]."
Similarly, gay manufacturers can tap into the motherlode of closet homosexuals
with web page http://jedgarhoover.com, offering "rough and ready tales of
manly federal agents tackling the brutish forces of evil that lurk down dark alleys,
by the docks, and even in the secluded glens of Central and Griffith Parks."
The bottom line here is that, although the government may win this round in the
Internet censorship battle, the war is far from over. It's just a matter of exercising
your imagination and Peterman writing skills. It's funny where you can find inspiration
sometimes. It's in the notes of a song, the words of a sermon... or in the pages
of the "Young Male Classics" catalog.
