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A Skintroduction to Mr Skin's Man in the Feels

Editor's Note: McBeardo is Mr Skin’s resident sexpert on weird, cult, fringe, midnight, underground and/or any other extreme form of skinema.

He reports from the frontlines and backrooms of most skintimidating screening halls on the planet – not the least of which is the place where he keeps his couch.

The opinions of McBeardo are not necessarily those of Mr Skin, MrSkin.com, or any related affiliates. The ideas as to what constitutes a “wild time” are definitely not Mr Skin’s, period.

Please click McBeardo's mitt on the magnifincent bosom on Nekromistress to go to the next page and read his first column.

Robustly beguiling, satanically charismatic, undeniably Oliver Platt-like Brooklyn native Mike McPadden not only knows every conceivable euphemism for female private parts, he's made a career out of knowing how to use them. He's also invented some real pips, his own favorites being "mush" for vagina and "stoolbox" for anus.

By Tivoli Foxx

PART ONE: MY LIFE IN SEARCH OF RACK-LACKING ROLE MODELS

Throughout my 'tween years in the '70s, I was force-fed the song stylings of Mr. Joe Walsh in the backseat of my big brother's Camaro. Actually, it was one song in particular: "I Like Big Tits," which was cleverly labeled on the album You Bought It: You Name It as "I.L.B.T.S" to stump censors. "I.L.B.T.S", in fact, became the mantra of my bro's maligned gang of burly burnouts and randy rockers. Barely budding of boobage myself, I longed for the day when groovy, smoke-soaked studs would make cracks about my own stupendous love-stacks.

My immensely endowed older sister, alas, provided no help. As a matter of fact, she rendered me the braless butt of jokes by giving me a t-shirt saying "Proud Member of the I.B.T.C." -- the Itty Bitty Titty Committee! I wore that garment like a scarlet letter well into adolescence, remaining completely casaba-barren and cat-call-free.