Mr. Skin Blog
By Col. Tobias McGleaner, ret.
Children should be seen and not heard; women should be obscene and not heard.
That's my philosophy and it's written inside the cover of the McGleaner Bible, which my family has handed down over the generations.
That Good Book's hallowed pages are smeared with the blood of many a mighty man that has made the ultimate sacrifice for our beloved country. Yes, those words are printed in the gore of my family line.
Don't like it? Lump it!
By Frank Gaydau
Genital-men, wrap your hands around that flesh-bat and get ready to knock your balls out of the park. Sports is more than up-skirts looks at young, tight cheerleaders. Place the beer and remote on that shelf of a gut because you're going to need two hands to play all the horny games Mr. Skin has in store for you. Hollywood shoots, and viewers score in a mother load of titillating sports-related movies.
By Dimitrios Otis
In the 1975 Italian film Private Lessons, starring former Hollywood teen temptress Carroll Baker (Baby Doll 1956) (Picture: 1), there is a scene in which the lovely Ms. Baker stands totally naked while some young Italian dude with a dubbed voice lights matches and holds them in front of her erogenous zones (Picture: 1). When he lights the third one and holds it directly in front of Baker's bush -- not so close as to cause a burning biblical metaphor -- he says to those watching; "it will show you only what you've imagined… the essence of everything you have desired." Baker's illuminated bush then fills the entire screen. Wow, you think -- real live furburger.
Friends, there is a BIG LIE that us men have had to live by over the past four decades of movie history, which we have done quietly and even drooled along with obediently. This lie, which has kept curious male film-goers literally in the dark for decades now, revolves around the common film nomenclature known as "full frontal nudity".
By John Dudley
Ahhh, the late teens and twenties. It's the time when a woman's body is its most taut and toned. Breasts have only had the opportunity to grow out, not down. Backsides show none of the effects of cellulite or gravity. Staying in shape takes minimal work, and, for actresses struggling to make it in the business, staying in work often means showing off their shape.
While the period between the ages of 18 and 30 is generally when actresses appear nude in films, there are thankfully a number of exceptions. If your favorite starlet has already ascended to true stardom and reached her thirties without doffing her duds, all hope is not lost. Even for A-listers, there remains the distinct possibility that they will be revealing more of their tints and assets. The fact is, whether it's because of a conscious image change, the right script, or the need for a career rejuvenation, it is becoming increasingly more common for actresses to do their first nude scenes in their mid-thirties or even later.
Pt. 2: The Newd Networks
By J.R. Taylor
Your summer may just be starting, but we're already racing our zippers in anticipation of the coming Fall TV season. The networks have announced a stellar collection of starlets who'll be getting our pants dropping along with the autumn leaves. Last week, we revealed the hottest babes of CBS, NBC, and ABC. Those upstart networks are also doing their best to lower broadcast standards in sexy babes, all while raising their ratings and our inseams.
The UPN network is still slowly building its way to a complete schedule, but they've got some Unusually Prime Nookie in one of their few new shows.... read more
Pt. 1: The Big Three
By J.R. Taylor
Summer's here, and maybe you're already dreading the end of August and the start of September. If that's the case, you haven't been paying attention to the new network Fall TV schedules. There are plenty of gorgeous gals coming to your living room. Mr. Skin is already getting hot in anticipation -- and you'll be, too, as we begin our look ahead with the original Big Three networks.
The CBS eye will get our third eye winking with some promising new productions.
By Mario Grillo
The time was the late 1970s and television was my girlfriend.
For years preceding my first contact with a breathing female who was actually in the same room with me, the entirety of my sexual relations played out before the cathode glow of vintage sitcoms and action series that were broadcast on the five -- count 'em! Five! -- channels you could get back then.
In addition, growing up in a crowded Italian-American home in Brooklyn wasn't easy on the gonads. Somebody was always around. It was only after one of my brothers was sent to reform school that I got my own room -- and then I formed a special relationship with that dusty, plastic, wood-toned box that turned my gym sock into a 100-percent cotton condom.